Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel

Obscure, like whispers in the dark.
Angel, can you hear me?
This source is so hard to locate
when all patterns I follow
scatter like butterflies.
Yet they always seem to find me.

Randomly, like the roll of a dice.
I’m not done crying yet.
Sad life stories find themselves
standing on my doorstep
like kittens lost in the rain.
I do wonder what led them here.

Smiling, I always lend them my time.
Show me how, show me how.
Words tumble into a shape
of reassurance beside
all their troubled questions.
I don’t know if I can do this.

Who decided that I should be
all fainting flicker of hope
collected slovenly to form
jumbled pieces of a last resort
to all this drifting broken souls?

I’m not sure I can.
Angel? Please don’t let us down.
But I guess it never hurts to try.

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