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Guardian Angel


The man clad in black convinces me to follow

I keep my distance

But I can’t turn back

He leads me to his home

 

I’m a prisoner in his best room

I stay alone in silence

I can only wait for the worst

 

One day he’s there before my eyes

He insists on something I cannot say

All I do is deny

There is nothing I can do but retreat into my mind

 

But I feel nothing

I see the light, such warmth

There in the door stands a man

He glows like the golden sun

 

My eyes lock his

He moves in slow motion

A stranger

And yet I feel no fear

 

A loud yell emerges from my captor

The stranger grows near

“It’s impossible for you to be here.

She doesn’t want you anymore.”

 

Anymore

I must know him

Memories flood back

I need to go with him

 

Him, or no one else.

 

His face close to mine

His eyes ask a million questions

But one above all else

Go with me?

 

Tears in my eyes

I nod yes

For an angel is before me

And I love him more than life

 

The golden light engulfs me

I’m lifted from my darkened state

I’m warm and free

As his arms carry me back from hell

 
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