The Angel’s Blind Spot

Even angels need reminding,
not of how to spread their wings,
but that the heart behind the feathers
deserves the gentler things.

They spend themselves on broken souls,
on burdens others cannot bear,
then wonder why their own hands tremble
when no one meets them there.

They learn the names of every wound,
the shape of every hidden ache,
yet struggle with the simple truth
that they are allowed to take.

Allowed a hand upon their shoulder,
allowed a place to safely land,
allowed to set their armor down
and trust another’s outstretched hand.

For even those who guard the gates
can lose themselves in duty’s art,
forgetting love was never meant
to flow one way out of the heart.

So tell your angels what they miss
while tending every soul above:
the ones who teach the world to heal
deserve their share of love.