Angel
By M. Ebert, 18, Wisconsin
Feathers fall, scattering across the floor like light through leaves.
Wings laid bare beneath scrutiny; perfection isn’t perfect enough.
Fallen angel, halo lost, yet now free from divine expectations.
I’ve always adored using angels and fallen angels as metaphors. Though this piece can mean a lot of things, while writing I pictured it as a reflection of a gifted child going through burn-out later in life. Despite the fact you have fallen from perfection, you have also been freed from that gilded cage.
