That she loved me, that things were okay,
That sometimes, when the skies thundered, and even when
The clouds were conscious of my existence,
The days could be worse than others.
“And that”, she whispered close to my ear, tickling the back
Of my neck,
Fireworks and sunsets rose to the sky
As I wondered about how the days could fly
This fast, so fast, that I was never able to
In my bed, drowning my pillowcase with tears,
I’ve left my soul for another to pick it up,
In hopes of reincarnating into something
Less hateful and more lovely.
An angel had to stop me, though, before I could
Go any further, before I could manage to leave entirely.
Fingers thin, she stroked my cheek and held my hands in hers,
And for the first time
In a long time, my heart beat warmth and not ice.
I already knew she was an angel, just by the way she carried herself
And me within the tips of her skin,
But I couldn’t see her wings. Where were her wings? She needs her
Wings to fly, doesn’t she? Where are her wings?
A tear swam down my cheek, kissing me until it dropped into the midst
Of nothing and everything. The angel wiped it away.
Take the narrow path, she murmured. Think of the stars above, waiting for you
To fly as high as they. You can do it, can’t you? I shook my head, biting my lips
So hard that they bled, blood dripping down onto my chin thicker than water.
Your wings, I wanted to cry out. What happened to your wings?
No, no, no, she put a finger to my lips. We aren’t here for my
Wings, after all. They are long gone. I needed to hear the answers, but her hair,
A majestic brown, trickled down her back and swayed with her white
Dress. I wished to touch it so much that I became distracted.
Wake up, darling, she whispered to me. Take one step, even if that’s the only step you take
All day. And don’t thank me.
Thank yourself when you do.
I smiled and stumbled as her being became blurred and touch became
Nothing. But I closed my eyes again to dream,
And then wake to a world of many suns and moons.
She was right to stop me, I laughed at myself, lopsidedly, and face tilted to the left.
I have more to offer, don’t I?
- Hannah Chen
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