Guardian Angel

Hey, Guardian angel!

Your wings float above me crafted in beauty.

Wait, is that my passed friend?

Or do I just want it to be.

No one passed on is thinking of me.

Don't try to contact them, they have moved on.

Is it really a better place they are in?

Who takes us to an afterlife or are we just stuck?

Floating ghosts or spirits.

Flying around forever, how boring.

At least give me a task.

Are my actions being watched?

Do I have something to feel guilty for?

Do I have to pay a price for this test lived?

The afterlife is for those who didn't get justice.

What about justice now? Here?

Nothing can be fair though, never. No way.

Angel, see and know my struggles.

Touch my shoulders.

Fly with me as soaring wings keep me afloat.

I buy my own at the store and hope to be like you.

Humans can never be angels though you say.

Why not?

Isn't it just a type of promotion in the afterlife?

I want to fly around in golden light and help people.

I want to whisper in their ear to feel good today.

I want to appear to them as their favorite memory.

I want to give them a glimpse into the future like deja vu.

I want to have people feel as if someone is there.

Sad or pushed aside, they have me.

The worst days shining light as petals fall.

Finding beauty in the ugly.

To guide someone to what they need to see.

Usually in a written story.

Words that are deep and resilient.

Words that will carry and support their emotions.

Words that show true answers.

They can call out to me:

Hey, Guardian Angel!