Angel

I once saw an angel 

My anxiety had overpowered me that night while I was washing the dishes 

The weight in my chest sped up my breath and I felt scared

My eyes sunk and I felt tired 

I ran to bed and closed my eyes 

He stood tall and graceful 

His smile felt welcoming 

My heart slowed down 

He spoke to me 

He whispered and calmly said he saw something in me

He saw I doubted myself 

He lifted my chin and smiled 

I woke up the next morning 

With reason and a sense of passion

I never saw the angel again 

I sometimes wonder why 

I wonder if he had come only when I needed him 

I think back to this when I’m having a hard time

If my angel isn’t here, I must be doing okay