When she flew

A short story of a girl who believes strongly that there is a place of happiness when she finally dies from strong abuse

She held her breath

Hoping to take lift

into the sky she drew

She hoped it'd be same When She Flew

 

She then drew wings

they flap as she sings

she drew because she knew

She'd have them When She Flew

 

to the sky she looked

her pencil on her book

the leaves around her blew

carrying her When She Flew

Author's Note

I'll admit, this was about abuse.
Even though I'm not abused, I still wish to help who are

Reviews

[Sydney]

This poem BLEW my breath away. I loved it. I am also not abused but I bet this will touch someone's heart who is. I love how you related this to angels. Amazing work!