what the angels say

What the Angels Say…

The lackadaisical
Days of Summer
Blend into fall
In the fall
Everything falls
And fails
Apart

At some point
I thought this
Journey would end
But the journey
Kept on going

Past death
And renewal

Past being reborn
You come out of the
Cocoon
Only to find that
It is still the same outside you
Only to find that it is you
Not the world (hopefully)
That has changed

Reborn in death
Reborn in silence
Reborn in love

There is nothing on the road
No forgiveness
We cannot give ourselves
A new skin
The skin is fashioned
Out of light and
Suffering

We wear it like
A small badge
To tell us what
We are.