The Angel By My Side Poem by Bianca Free

The Angel By My Side



I am hurting, and my angel
is standing closely beside me,
frowning with tears in her eyes.
I cut myself - seemingly drowning the ire -
And she gasps, spreads wide her arms,
but they do not service me.
As I cry, she watches silently
with her hands pressed against her heart
as though she feels the pain as well.
I turn, side to side, but there is nothing
except for walls, and so my spirit falls.
My angel suddenly withdraws.
I sense her presence, her absence,
receive her warmth, her chill,
But where is her reality?
In waking, her aura surrounds me.
At night, it is gone
and I want nothing more than to die.
I talk aloud to my angel
whenever she draws near
to see if she'll ever reply.
Her mouth is moving, her teeth touch
but I do not perceive the sound;
perhaps she is heard by the deaf.
Yet we are tied by our spirits;
that is how we touch and how we talk
and how we see and how we hear...
that is how I know my angel's there.

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