The Cold, the Bright, and the Bruised.

Guardian Angel

The cold, unwanted, and unseen

sat by the door, too scared to scream.

It sat and shivered, and shook, and quaked

until its head down to its toes ached.

 

But the cold smiled when it heard its name.

To others, it would have all been the same,

but that special moment when its fears were covered and gloved

was the one moment Cold realized he was loved.

 

The bright, the loved, and the light

sat up tall and straight.

It smiled and laughed and loved at every corner,

It would never, ever, ever be a mourner.

 

But the bright tripped and fell and hurt its knee

and all the little busy ants were something to see.

That was when Bright realized that

it’s possible to get hurt, because she just had.

 

The bruised, the hurt, and the abused

laid at the feet of death, the sword of pain being used.

It couldn’t get up, it couldn’t move

but still, it had nothing but it’s life to lose.

 

But the bruised found hope, and stood again.

At least she wouldn’t feel the pain anymore, amen.

The threat of death and of unending pain ceased

And her soul and spirit were released.

 

  • Author: Guardian Angel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 10th, 2017 19:33
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  • Guardian Angel

    It was one of the first poems I've ever written. I was eight when I first wrote it, and it's gone through some revisions. But I like the pureness of a child's mind.

    • StrawHatBlade

      Wow that's amazing if you were 8. I really liked the rhymes.

    • Baylee

      Impressive. Another aspect and perspective of life



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