Healing Angel

When my times comes
I will not be sad,
I will not cry.

I will only hope for one thing:
to be an angel.
I wish for nothing more
than to spread my wings
and fly forever.

I will help those in need.
Those who are broken.
Those who are hurt.
Those who are scarred.

I will appear before them.
When they are hopeless and defeated,
I will appear.
White wings, white dress, and an aura of soft light,
I will appear.
Arm outstretched for them to take my hand,
I will heal them.
They will look at me with tears stained into their cheeks
and pain cut into their souls.
And I will mend their wounds,
and fix their hearts,
and give them hope.
I will be an angel of forgiveness,
an angel of love,
an angel of second chances
and thirds
and fourths.

The people that I help will learn
that nothing is ever hopeless
and they always mean something to someone.
I will show them how to spread their wings
and fly forever.

So, I will not be sad
when it is my time.
No.
I will smile.