The Angel's Cage

So I have been kind of busy with lots of stuff. But I might as well post a poem I wrote a while ago. I really don't have time to post anything else.

This is the untold story of the angel and her cage
The beauty that was broken, from another age.
Pushed behind iron bars, locked with bolts of hate,
The angel could not stand alone, nor touch her jailer’s fate.

She gazed beyond her wired cell, into the world beyond.
Seeing only the jailer she wished to help, of whom she was so fond.
But he had rejected her, her remedial powers
For he had locked both him and her, in steely graven towers.

A wound that he could not heal, inflicted by his hand
A pain of the conscience, searing like a hot iron brand.
He would not seek help, for he had a fierce pride.
Rather even, than look to the angel, he would hide.
But then, in this dark time, thru the door there came
A stallion, white and shining, the always and forever same.
He broke the cage and the angel ascended on his back
And together they swept up the jailer, and departed from that shack.

And thus this tale ends, for the beauty that was broken
Was once again made whole
And the jailers heart, all broken
Was once again made whole.

The angel represents healing and the jailer is someone who has blocked the power of healing in his life by putting up bars of resentment. The stallion represents Jesus Christ and his power to break the blocking power of hate and let healing do it's work in the jailer's heart.