Remember: Charlene Halpin

i remember

red

enraging me

i remember

black

enveloping me

pain chasing me

into the darkness

deeper and deeper

within

ebony corridors of despair

my being, my self, my soul

cut and bruised

i could hear wings fluttering

all around me

so close….

i could feel gentle feathers

brush my face

so soft….

i fled into a tiny spark of light

i remember

i thought the wings were demons

now i wonder if

they were my angels.