Guardian Angel

For Mads and Kayla and all the other people who make me smile-

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was always down. This little girl always had tears in her eyes, and pain in her heart. But one day, an angel descended from heaven. Her elegant wings guided her towards the little girl. The angel saw the little girl crying and asked "what's wrong little one"? The girl replied, "my heart is sore, my head hurts, my tears are always streaming, and I have felt this way before". The angel took her hand, and stood her up. She said, "oh darling, I have felt this way too. You need to open your eyes and keep your head up, and I will always be there for you". The little girl smiled, and stared at the angel. The angel then stated, "little girl, don't be frightful, because you are special. And if you ever need me, just blow this whistle, and I will descend as your guardian angel". The angel flew back to heaven, and the little girl waved goodbye. She then turned around, and smiled at the sunshine. Her life had turned around, things had gotten better. The little girl rarely blew the whistle. But when she did, her angel came to her. She told the girl it will all be okay, and tomorrow is a new day. The girl grew up, and the angel came to her in her time of need. The angel said "I love you sweet one, I'm glad you called me down for all these things. But now my time is done, and I'm giving you your own wings". Together, they flew away, and were as happy as they can be. But, I must point out, the angel is you, and the little child is me.

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World of Hurt,
Life of Hunger.
Desperate for Hope.
Thirsty for Wonder.

Games of love.
All of the above.
This life is tough.
What we have,
Is not enough.

Times of plead.
Times of need.
Nothing our arms reach for
Doesn't make us bleed.

Faith.
Desire.
Held by a thin wire.
Held so close
By the lover and the liar.

Bonded together
Two peas in a pod.
Lust and Wealth
Are cheaters of the same God.

My Rainbow

Life is a rainbow
That's dark and grey.
I don't know when I'll see my brightest day.

Holding on to hope in anyway.
Trying to live and continuing to pray.
My words are ignored no matter what I say.
I don't think I'm okay.

This is what my rainbow looks like,
At the end of the day.

No special pot of gold.
Not sunny and warm,
But bleak and cold.

But it's all the same.
You have to put up with the rain,
Before the rainbow.
You have to hide the pain,
Before the end of your sorrow.