My Voice

She stood on the roof
And peered out at the stars
Wondering, if she jumped,
would she make it back to Mars.?
Is she a woman
Or maybe something else?
She never quite belonged
Or understood herself.
She closed her eyes and imagined
That she’s from some other place;
An anomaly sent to this cold-hearted world
From the other side of space.
She felt the stardust brush
Her fingers as she soared;
He saw her flying through the sky
And his faith was then restored.
A feather from her wings
He hoped to steal,
To prove to the world
That angels are real.