Angels by my bed

angels don't have to have wings or a halo. there are angels everywhere :)

Lovelorn, lifeless and torn apart;
The world seemed so ungiving, all dreams dead and doomed.
I cried, I wept, I gave up,
Alone through rainy days that brought my spirit down;
Such miserable days even the scriptures didn't seem to brighten;
The merriment of all life failed to set me apart from my miseries.
Sorrows do come in battalions;
And leave you standing in between life and death.
To kill or not to kill?
To live or not to live?
I pulled myself aside from every tearing memory,
'least I tried.
The hurt and rejection no one seemed to care of;
That was my first, I wonder how the ones who have been through umpteen times live;
Do they get used to the pain or did God make them any different?
God does have a sense of humor at times,
At times when you feel like dirt staying where it's supposed to;
He puts you with the same hopeless kind,
But I assume that's where you grow your wings,
Maybe that's where the logic he instilled in us go,
Helping each other rise up from where we've fallen.
Now that I look back through time,
I realize I've grown so much from the pain;
Like a seed taking root, reaching out to the sun.
Now that my thoughts are clear enough, I realize,
There are angels by my bed.
Angels helping me walk past my sorrows,
Angels helping me up where I fell.
And of them all, i see two angels holding me tight;
Picking me up when I stumble, saving me from touching the ground.
There have been angels by my bed,
Where I lay undead, playing scenes in my head;
I see angels everywhere

Author's Note

open to suggestions :)