Angel

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