Angels on Shoulders

A morning poem

By Samantha SmithPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Angels sit upon your shoulders,

beckoning you to follow,

and I know you wish to,

selfishly I cry for you to stay,

I point blame in odd directions,

at a boss whose empathy only extends to a surface level,

and family who fail to hold your hand,

all because I am beside myself that I cannot.

I am an aspiring author, who also has too much to say about random books and movies.

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