Fallen Angel Poem by Bree Z Love

I struggle some days; as I miss my wings.
My feet ache for I wish to find favor.
I lost my wings in my disobedience.

I struggle in between some things.
Because, I am now half-human and half-spirit; seems like forever.
I work at doing the task that is asked of me; by an ordinance.

Given from a Master, I chose to disobey by doing wrong things.
Gave up the privilege and now I seek reconciliation and favor.
In hope, I will be rewarded acceptance.

When this world is overthrone, I will have deliverance.
And peace.
Back in my full armor of wings.
The trumpets will ring.