One day I met you.
I was scared and alone,
I needed a miracle.
And there you were,
A fallen angel.
That’s the only name I knew you by
And it seemed to fit,
The way your love fit my needs.
You knew just what to say
And how to say it.
You even knew the times
I needed you to say nothing at all.
You could’ve been just some good Samaritan,
Lending an ear and some cheap pity.
You could’ve been someone selfish,
Helping me only to feel good yourself.
But
You weren’t.
You were a fallen angel.
We spoke more and more,
And slowly,
You opened your wings
And let the story of your life unfold
And speak straight to my heart
In such a way
That I fell to my knees.
You’d brought tears to my eyes,
Not of sadness, nor joy,
Just simple tears
Of understanding
How an angel like you fell,
And of knowing
How one day,
You would soar again.
For in my heart
I could see you flying
Beyond the feathered clouds
To the heavens on high
And as I knelt before you,
I saw you for what you were,
A fallen angel.
But, also, I saw more,
As humans always do.
I saw your aching heart,
Felt your throbbing pain,
Sensed your shame,
And knew you were tender
From the fall so intense.
You came to me
When I was scared and broken
And mended me
By allowing me to comfort you.
We grew so close, so fast,
No one could deny it was God’s Hand,
Doing work so full of glory.
I still don’t know how,
But you saw only the good in me.
You loved and accepted me for who I was
And saw my flaws as nothing,
For you had a faith blind but pure
That I could do anything,
That they did not stand in my way.
That one day,
I would soar.
I have to admit now,
You probably wonder how
I did the same for you.
If only we could look in the mirror
And see what the other saw in us,
Believe how the other believes in us.
Perhaps we would both soar,
Me
And my fallen angel.
You are one with me,
And I, one with you.
Our need for each other is beyond measure
And our love, beyond expression.
I know we are both in each other’s life for a reason,
But I am afraid of why.
You see, I have lessons I need to learn,
But they are hard, and so are the walls I must tear down.
My fallen angel-
How hard must you fall
To break this cycle of my soul?
Age 15