Poems

#9

ANGEL

She imagined for herself
A guardian angel
To watch over
Her wandering soul from above.

They would see her
As no one else did.
The inside,
Hidden by secret walls.

They would notice
The small things
She always did.
How her smile flit across her face,
And how she moved about
With an easy grace,
Unaware.

And they would see her
In her weakest moments
Alone late at night,
Pondering.
When the tears start falling,
In those rare moments
When she lets herself
Feel
And cry.

After they saw
Her raw soul,
They would have
No choice
But to
Descend from heaven
And claim her as their own

For they had seen her
As no one else had.