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Broken Angels Can Still Fly
a poem about thriving after trauma

i am like, we are
like angels with broken limbs
we can still fly while broken
we are still and always holy
even while broken
denying we are broken is
a sin against our realities
denying we are broken is
a sin against our own souls
we are broken angels
still holy
still scared
still worthy of unconditional kindness
and still able to fly
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