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My Angel

April 3, 2013
By ATLfanatic96 GOLD, Findlay, Ohio
ATLfanatic96 GOLD, Findlay, Ohio
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A girl stands,
On the edge of the light.
Trying to find a way,
To make everything alright.
She is alone,
Drowning in her sorrow.
Under the impression,
That things will be better tomorrow.

Life has left her lost,
Tangled in the coils of death and despair.
Of her broken heart,
No one seems to care.
She wants to flee to the dark,
And leave the light.
Shut off the switch,
End the fight.

She wishes to leap from life,
And into the claws of a dark flame.
Close her eyes for good,
Leave the world to blame.
She wants to drop the mask,
That covers her face.
Hides the real girl,
Stained with disgrace.

She watched him suffer,
With every gasp.
The reason for his pain,
She couldn’t seem to grasp.
Why did he ache with every step?
And get worse each and every day?
She watched him lose a little more,
As time slowly slipped away.

And then the ending came,
Like a storm overhead.
When he lost the battle,
And was pronounced dead.
As they took him away,
A silent wave washed over her brain.
All of her body was numb,
The tears she could no longer contain.

That was the start,
Of it all.
The start of her steady,
And depressing fall.
She had to learn to be strong,
To hide the tears until alone.
Plastering a fake smile on her face,
Concealing a pain she’d never known.

People asked how she was at first,
Feigning that they knew her ache.
But no one truly knew,
The hurt she couldn’t seem to shake.
She would curl into a ball,
And shut out her life.
Close her eyes,
And listen to her internal strife.

Why was she here,
And why was he gone?
What had she done right,
That he had done wrong?
Was it her fault?
Was it something she said?
Something she did?
She wondered in her head.

And then night would come,
A quiet blanket of misery smothering her.
The world crashing around the girl,
To leave this world she would prefer.
Morning would arrive,
And tears would fall from her eyes.
The start to another day,
Filled with silent, never-ending cries.

She would function as if normal,
Throughout the monotonous day.
But in her head,
She was faraway.
She was in the past,
With the happy recollections.
Where the times were untainted,
With broken reflections.

Slowly, she slips from the past,
To the harsh reality of the present.
Opens her eyes,
To a world of hushed torment.
The wounded of soul,
Are told to forget.
But she won’t let go,
Certainly not yet.

Because where she looks,
She sees what remains.
Of the Dad she had to give up,
To free him of his chains.
His presence follows her,
And reminds her she is not alone.
He is with her,
In their beloved home.

How hard he fought,
To stay with her there.
How much he loved her,
She became aware.
He taught her an important lesson,
To never give in.
Never quit,
Even if you don’t win.

Therefore, she must go on and prevail,
And keep his message alive.
To make the world a better place,
She must continue to strive.
And in her heart,
He will rest.
Of all fathers,
He was the best.

And so the girl,
Lifting her head.
Sees an angel,
Wings outspread.
He offers his hand,
With a loving smile.
And holds her close,
In his arms for awhile.

All the grief seems worth it,
Now that she can see his adoring beam.
Then, she slowly opens her eyes,
And finds it all a dream.
She looks out her window,
In the early morning light.
And sees a rainbow,
Such a wonderful sight.

Tears run down her face,
Feeling his spirit in her heart.
As she comes to realize,
Nothing can keep them apart.
So the girl now knows,
There is nothing more to fear.
For when she feels all alone,
She must remember her angel is near.


The author's comments:
A poem for my father.

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