She didn't want to turn back the clock,
Didn't want to return to a life
In which she'd never been held
In the arms of an archangel,
Never felt her heart tear open
And reform into something stronger,
Capable of such furies of emotion
That it scared her at times.
'Where are you taking me, archangel?
I guess I somehow expected
My home to still be here.'
She smiled, her grief at her loss buried
Under a wave of amusement.
Shooting and angling her body down,
She dove through the biting freshness of the air,
Its currents as hard and strong as wingbeats.
Her back and shoulder muscles
Protested the acrobatics,
But she was having too much fun to worry -
- She'd pay for it in a few moments, no doubt,
But for now, she wasn't sorry -
- She felt free and protected in the dark.
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