Angels Without Wings
Angels Without WingsThrough the darkness I walked, with a bottle.in hand.
The lines on the table, I thought were my friends.
Self pity and hate was just brewing inside
Of course I'm depressed, too young for Dad to have died.
But I came to learn that everything will pass
Sometimes it comes slow and sometimes it comes fast
I met these two angels, but they didn't have wings.
They gave me a way out, another way to live.
I never felt so understood or such compassion
I learned that words mean nothing without some action.
They taught me that life doesn't have to be so grim
That though my Dad's gone I can go on without him
Because he's always with me, and so are these two
These angels who devoted their lives to helping me and you.
I don't know where I'd be, or if I'd even be here
But now I know I can live life without feeding the fears.
Nothing is perfect, and it never will be
Suffering is part of life, but it doesn't have to control me.
They came to remind me of who I really am
And being my true self is the only way to repay them.
I'll never forget all the things that I've learned
Imperfectly perfect, let our old selves burn.
Forget expectations and just let it be
They opened the cage and finally set me free.
© Marlee Urquhart
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