written late 2018
revised 6/8/2020
i believe in angels
watching from above
their golden eyes
and wicked pure wings
made of silver, wind and sun.
they protect us.
and those who doubt
their power of saving
are the ones
who don't want to be saved
by light, by truth,
by the visions they have yet to see.
but not like me—
see when i was merely
13, i saw an angel
bathed in yellow
at the foot of my bed
as a storm made of daggers
and depression like swords
conjured up in my head.
my mind went blank
when
she smiled at me.
