My Guardian Angel.

you will never hurt me again.
day turns to night, and back.
and you think of me.
i know you do.
and i think of you too.
but not of what you think of me.
because you dont matter.
any longer…

i have a protector.
she will not fall.
made of stone,
and all my own.
my angel.

my prayers rise with her.
they float to the heavens,
and she gives them to God.
and he hears me say:

‘please give me the strength to endure hatred,
and the peace of mind, that their comments are wasted. dear god, please help me love my enemies.’

my guardian angel,
I know she’s looking down at me.
and she hears me talk to you.
and i say:

‘you will never step on me again.’

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