My Poetry and the Like

A Hand on the Shoulder

Purity and virtue mean nothing to the world
Pain, grief, and sorrow is all she has ever found
Her immaculate wings crumpled against her
Love was now the enemy, not the friend.

Until a hand fell upon her shoulder
The hand of a friend or a love
That she did not know
But it was a hand nonetheless and a hand she needed

Love is not the enemy,
It is not what leads to pain and suffering
It is the illusion of love that pains you
Do not stop your quest for care, stand up, and lead on without a care.

The hand now becomes arms, wrapped around her wings of gold
Leading her eyes to the sky the voice said
Let your heart be free but may it be protected
For one as pure and good as you will be used

The greed for an angel and the greed for love is strong
So you must make your heart stronger.
Be the god I know you are and rise up to your burdens
And do not carry them far, instead let your wings soar