Fallen Angel

I did not know you,
yet I cry for you
often because I feel as if I do now.
I feel your pain and loneliness.
I, too, see the appeal of the rush
of the cars in the streets
from the 15^th story window and
dream of the throbbing bite of the blade
that promises a way out.
I know your burden; I carry it,
too.
I feel you close; I think
of you often.
I cry because
I understand your purpose: to make people see,
to make them feel,
to try to make them understand.
And I’m sorry because you are right.
Sometimes it takes
a fallen angel
to look past our own suffering.