Category : Diary/Journal

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This is not the best me..
My dad tells me to pray, don’t you see these horns father?
As I fall from the sky and hit the ground you’ll still see me smiling so mischievously.  That’s all I can do, smile and laugh at the
fact that I was once an angel flying high in style. 
Look at me now, a fallen angel; Exiled.I didn’t think this would ever happen to me. 

I never knew you could hit the ground so hard, hard enough to break your wings.
 
I am now a fallen one, only one to blame is me, now I see, it was a privilege
to fly oh so high with those wings.
I need to get up, wings tangled and torn won’t stop me from anything.
With broken wings that I will rearrange to get me moving with the winds, oh I’ll
be airborne with these broken wings.  No,
my destination is not back up to the heavens. Why so they can praise me for overcoming a challenge in this life? Oh, shut up
with all your hallow words and persuasions. I may be a fallen angel, but I am
still an angel just labeled: Exiled.I’m better off here with the mortal. I am better off living
a life mortally learning and finding the meaning of life. I found my reason in
this life, and I will die one day yes you will still see that devilish grin on
my face when that time comes. Believe what you believe, I will never take that away from
you but there  is more to life than to
just sit and hope you’re going to make it to a place you aren’t completely sure
exists.

Where ever we go, just know you don’t need wings
to fly high.This temporary vessel has an expiration date, don’t fear that or be too cautious.There must be risk taking, pain to be endured and mistakes to learn from.Fall after fall after fall with all the Scraps, bruises and scars.
Those are just worn like medals in my opinion. You’re still breathing, you’re
still here.My wings have been broken; I’m bloody, beaten and bruised. You’re not the only
one.We are survivors, and there is time to come when you will recover. 
This is me at my best. Helping myself, taking a helpful hand when it is
presented.I may have it worse than someone but someone has it worse than me.Remember that, also listen to one another. You may just learn something new.
Head in the clouds and feet firmly on the ground. With my devilish smile I conclude
this with a simple farewell and it seems as if I am flying high with these
broken wings higher than those who exiled me. 
Who I am today is not who I was or who I will be. We are constantly adapting.
So if anyone says “you’ve changed.” Just simply respond by saying “No, I’m just
growing up.” And smile that devilish smile. 
Signed,
ThoseMeaningfulWords. VH.