Life Beneath The Words At Play

The guardian angel

Family.
The only people I truly trust.
The ones I will always love.
But it wasn't always before.

Before, family meant a broken reality.
Before, they were the people I feared.
They were the people I could only dare to love.

Then came a different reality.
One where I woke up and chose real family.
Blood does not bind us.
It never defines us.

It's the people who stick around.
The ones who help you get out.
The angels who believed you.
The angels that cry with you.
An angel that saved me when I thought they were only found in heaven.

My family.
We're not many.
But we're always enough.
We went through our separate hells even if hells came in the form of only the same two people.
The same two people I thought were a part of family.

The two devils trying to cling on.
They scratched the walls
Broke the ceiling and stole the floor.
They did enough to shatter us all.

But with my family, we stuck together, and all fought back as we stood taller together than when we were all alone.

We're never perfect, and that's perfectly fine because together, we still laugh like we're already in heaven. Not every angel wears a halo and carries wings on their back. Some have flaws, ages, and insecurities, but they're selfless empaths who devote their lives to sacrificing to benefit the ones who don't have a fighting chance unless someone helps them to stand.

I found my happiness within me because my family showed me where to find it. Now I get to share it with them. My grandmother's smile and my aunts laughter, to my grandfather's caring gesture and my uncles helping hand, and even my cats' melodious purrs is enough for me to feel a love no other can find anywhere else.

The only love I'll never leave.
The only people I'll never let down.
The only family I'll always have.

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Just a by the way, the angel I refer to is more than one, even if I don't say angels. Personal poem here. The devils I refer to are the people who brought me to life. If you get what I mean. The angel is my family. Without them, I wouldn't have gotten away. Without them, I wouldn't be alive. They saved me more than they'll ever understand. I couldn't possibly thank them enough or even return as much love, but I'll still try. I'll always do my best for them and myself.

I'm almost crying now, but that's okay. I got my cat beside me, so I'll use her as a tissue(I won't even if I could, no worries).

It is almost the end of this poem collection. I just want to thank those who read any one of my poems or even just clicked by accident. I appreciate every vote, comment, read, and click.

Have a great night and day ahead!