Guardian Angel*

What the hell am I going to do?
When the world all around me
Is a mess and I can only think of you,
 
My guardian angel, who will see
The good in me even when I
Am not seeing it. I want to feel free
 
Without the burdens. Every tear I cry,
You take them away with everything
That is feeling heavy. You fly
 
Me to a safer place. I want to cling
To you and that protection. During
My darkest times you bring
 
Me endless light that I find alluring
And peaceful. That voice, telling
Me that I can do this, the reassuring
 
One in my head is saying to stop dwelling
On the past, on mistakes, on the low-level
Thoughts, and to start living. Stop selling
 
My soul and heart over to the devil
In disguise. He wants to see me fall apart
Just like the world and wants to revel
 
In my weakness. My pulsing heart
Is still intact in my angel’s hands.
She is giving me a new start
 
Every day and when I cannot stand
Anymore. She is my strength, light,
Anchor, protector, and a rubber band,
 
Keeping everything together tight.
She is my guide through every  
Storm, rough wave, and dark night.
 
*written for the angelic protector contest (and won)