Angel Feathers

By Peacock Secrets

I was small, naive, and tender,

toddling in my Pull-Ups,

when those who loved me

jabbed me

in my tiny heart.

Surgically stole a sliver of it,

to harden,

to sharpen,

to shiv me with it.

Hurt me with my own heart.

Sliced me for my sensitivity.

Carved into me for caring.

Fearing and envying me for daring

to be an open-eyed child—

a triple threat:

Smart, plus sweet, plus spirited!

That's just too much!

Extracting weeping from me was easy.

Manipulation, chaos, fears.

My senses were submerged in sinkholes of tears.

Decades became dozens of years.

I don't know how I ever struggled ashore.

But it (or he) was already there.

White light resplendent!

Wings alight!

Silently inviting…

as he turned away.

I stumbled beseechingly behind him.

Within a clearing

his full figure flexed,

showing his

wings upon wings!

Within wings!

Not a single earthly feather in sight!

He offered a pointed finger for me to see.

I tried to touch it, to connect,

while still sopping wet.

Two drops dripped off,

leaping off my leaking fingertips.

Fingertip tears that he froze and squeezed.

Crystalized them blue and green,

right there in thin air.

As I stared at my shame,

he simply gave me salam,

as he shimmered into invisibility.

Uuuhh! My angel!

My help! Please don't leave me!

Don't you dare! You can't do this to me!

Leaving me with nothing but twin tears:

Fear and Pain.

Blue and Green.

Drop-shaped, dusty gems

dangling in dry air.

Barricading a volcano of rage,

I glared at them there.

Drop and Drip.

They gazed right back into me,

made me promise to face what had been done to me.

Satisfied,

finally they flipped and feathered,

becoming the bejeweled tips of peacock feathers.

Gloriously long, elegantly luscious,

cresting a classic tiara,

now nestled and settled neatly along

The Straight Path through the clearing

Oh my dear God! I get it now!

I don my crown,

fresh tears flowing,

as I bow down,

thanking Allah who always surrounds

me with invisible angels,

lauding my Lord, The Almighty King,

who heard His simple servant,

and saved her from drowning.

By Peacock Secrets