My Angel found me just in time
to get me ready to go.
He gives me a safe place
to leave my skin behind
and grow a new one;
Put on light
instead of all this iron.
For who can be content
in a metal cast, so heavy
so no one can ever see
who you really are
under the armor?
To keep the children safe.
To keep the brutal truth away.
Because no one wants to know
until it's too late
what truly awaits them.
Something wicked on the horizon
when I become the sun,
because everything is visible
in full daylight.
And you might see my wounds
before they burn away.
But my Angel is not afraid,
for he always knew what I was
underneath the bloody mess
and steal plates.
And he is the Keeper of Lights
who know the darkness all-too-well.
It turns out Heaven is
only what somebody makes,
and my Angel found a place for us
to go when the battle here is finished,
where all the lights will stay lit
all the time because they remember
where they came from
and they don’t need the darkness
anymore to sleep.
© 2022, Sheya Forest
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