Friday, February 17, 2012

Poem : The Tiny Angel That's With Me

Often I wonder how some people come to be in my life
At just the right moment they come waltzing in
At just the right time they help me pick up the pieces
The pieces of dreams that have fallen apart in my hands
Like an angel protecting the meek
The mild
The weak
Her voice seems clear and steady in the chaos my world has become
A world that now seems to be spinning in a spiral of confusion
A swirl of twisting hopes of better
I hear the true worry and concern in the softness of her words
When for years I’ve only heard silence
Her voice washes over my constant fear with kindness
With sympathy from the heart not from the typical rolodex of the mind
A rolodex of preconceived clich├ęs of what is the right thing to say
Her sympathy comes from her innermost thoughts
A compassion that keeps the shadows from consuming my day
Walking a path with me few could bear and even fewer are invited
For most friendships are fine on the bright sunny days of normal
When everything runs smooth as a piston in an engine
But most friendships quickly fall away with the first signs of darkness
When the cold wind seems it will never stop blowing through my life
Through my thoughts
Through all that I cling to for security
When everyone else has dropped from me
The tiniest of friends now stand like giants
Stand beside me every step of the way



Published at The Fringe Magazine June 23-2011

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