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She stood at the edge
Gazing into the abyss
Brought to the brink,
And not for the first time,
By the weight of her experience
By her angst and desperation
By her suffering
From rough hands
And violent tongues

Even in her torment
She always underplayed
The treatment she had received
Trying to see the good
Denying the bad
But the road had become rougher
She’d tried to develop a shell
To protect her from further exposure
To abuse, and ignorance, and hell

That road became
A mountainous track
Rising up steeply ahead
Littered with sharp
And jagged rocks
Representing
Every pain, and
Every abuse
She had ever withstood

And now we come
Back to our beginning
Where, nervously,
She stood at the edge
Awaiting an end;
Deliverance;
To numb her
And stop her reliving
All that was locked in her head

She looked, unblinking, down
Into that beckoning chasm
Ready for
Whatever might be revealed
And, expecting
Darkness
And Demons
She saw Spirits
And Angels instead

The storm around her
Subsided
The dark mist
Rolled away
There was not a black depth
Before her
But a soft
Grassy path
Lay ahead

The Angels took her
By the hand
And swept
The bad thoughts
From her head
Careful to leave
All her memories
Which she needed
To take the next step

She had always known
She was special
That her destiny
Was yet
Unfulfilled
Now she has fledged
As an Angel
And brings Beauty and Love
To this world

For Angels are not
Without this world
They walk with us here
On this plane
Watching over,
Guiding, and
Teaching us
I’ve walked with them
Again, and again

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