Brave Little Angels

(This poem was written in an introspective, life-is-sad-and-beautiful
mood sparked by conversation with Amanda, one of those people
who's a close friend that you wish could be closer.  She's
an amazing person, and, driving home, I saw some of the beauty
in the world/city around me, and saw the beauty in the human
soul, even if we never quite tap it.  This poem may sound
depressing, but, at least from my point of view, it's hopeful.
As much as people screw up, there are people like Amanda
who don't make me completely sorry that the human race was
created.)

It's hard not to seem insignificant at times
Us, the tiny little angels, battling
valiantly
vainly
Trying to mold our lives into the beauty
we were made to appreciate
The light that we reach for
is like a rainbow
always away, never getting closer
Yet we have no choice but to keep trying
because we are nothing if we don't
We ache to be more
but we don't know how
We burn to do more
but we don't know what
We crave to help
but we don't know who
We are desperate to be saved from ourselves
and we don't know why
The tiny little angels,
wanting to earn their wings,
wanting to return to the land of gold
The light is so far away,
and yet we try
And as we keep trying,
as we keep reaching,
as we strain to find the light...
it finds us instead