My Angel’s Life

 

My Angel’s eyes are black and blue

My Angel’s wings are torn

My Angels cuts lie deep within,

From anguish My Angel was born.

To look upon my Angel’s face

I wonder what makes my Angel stay?

For every morning when I awake

My Angel dies another day.

My Angel rises persistently

Beaten like a worthless whore

To take the hurt that is rightfully mine

Only to come back for more.

So many times I have asked myself,

Why is My Angel here?

But today I found the answer……

Lo and behold in the reflection of the mirror.

My Angel is my conscience,

My God, My guide, My Sanity.

My Angel protects me from what hurts me.

My Angel protects me from myself………..

 

Billie Kay Dugger 2006

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