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Guardian Angel
She came to me in the dead of night
If it weren’t for the pain in my chest, perhaps I would have ran away…or perhaps... not…
She always appeared to me in my darkest hour…watching in the midst of my pain and failures
My head remained bowed, but I knew she was there
Her touch was cold as she lifted my chin
I looked up unwillingly into those grey translucent eyes
Anguish, turmoil, suffering…I saw a reflection of what churned inside of me, willing to engulf me
I looked away, afraid to look back into that beautiful face
A feather touched me gently on the shoulder
I wanted to fly away on her wings, but I realized, much to my disappoint
Who could escape from reality?
My angel drew me closer, despite my pleas and my complaints
I wanted to be left alone, but she stood beside me all the more
I laughed …she was stubborn…yet understanding
She knew my pain
She knew what was going on in my mind
Why wouldn’t she? I would whisper in my dreams the nightmares that haunt my very existence
And here yet again she stood by my side, as I gazed monotony into the dark bleak night
My heart was heavy with grief and despair…no one could share my pain…no one could lift my burden
I felt feathery fingers caressing my cheeks
She was listening to the cries of my heart
I had to smile
My sweet angel
My sweet loving angel
She came to me in the dead of night
If it weren’t for the pain in my chest, perhaps I would have ran away…or perhaps... not…
She always appeared to me in my darkest hour…watching in the midst of my pain and failures
My head remained bowed, but I knew she was there
Her touch was cold as she lifted my chin
I looked up unwillingly into those grey translucent eyes
Anguish, turmoil, suffering…I saw a reflection of what churned inside of me, willing to engulf me
I looked away, afraid to look back into that beautiful face
A feather touched me gently on the shoulder
I wanted to fly away on her wings, but I realized, much to my disappoint
Who could escape from reality?
My angel drew me closer, despite my pleas and my complaints
I wanted to be left alone, but she stood beside me all the more
I laughed …she was stubborn…yet understanding
She knew my pain
She knew what was going on in my mind
Why wouldn’t she? I would whisper in my dreams the nightmares that haunt my very existence
And here yet again she stood by my side, as I gazed monotony into the dark bleak night
My heart was heavy with grief and despair…no one could share my pain…no one could lift my burden
I felt feathery fingers caressing my cheeks
She was listening to the cries of my heart
I had to smile
My sweet angel
My sweet loving angel
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