Angel

Guardian of dreams,
shines bright with white light,
calms my unheard screams,
protects me all night.

Owner of my heart,
with abilities
to create fine art,
then relive each scene.

Pushes back the hour
in any wound clock,
then proves his powers,
destroys every lock.

Repairs hearts again,
done effortlessly,
voice writes like a pen
so consistently.

Teaches me to paint
a transparent smile,
releasing restraints
with genuine style.

He wears many wounds
from battles with life,
resembles the moon,
builds towers from strife.

Grabs silk thread and vines,
to sew my torn wings,
together we climb,
close our eyes and fling.

I learn how to fly,
secure by his side,
floating past the sky,
he heals me inside.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. The healing metaphors (as Jeff mentions above) are amazing. I really found these lines particularly powerful:

    “Grabs silk thread and vines,
    to sew my torn wings…”

    So much compassion in these two lines, and something every one of us needs in our lives. This is beautiful stuff, Grace (as always). πŸ™‚

  2. It is so beautiful poem, Grace..πŸ™‚

    “Teaches me to paint
    a transparent smile,
    releasing restraints
    with genuine style.”

    Wonderful!!

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