"Angel"

“Angel”
By Lora Bayh

February 2, 2009

A love that isn’t mine set me free.

Stuck in place and losing my vision of what I was worth… if anything.

Circling life, but not living it…a tender heart reached out.

A friend who saw me, who took a chance to know me, who cared enough to show me…myself.

A strong hand extended by one who possessed character as I’ve never known before...

stopped me in my path, and breathed new vigor into my lungs,

resuscitating my very own will to come back alive.

Who convinced me my mind was sound, and turned me just enough to face myself

and take a deeper look.

Who offered an objective perspective, that all could be corrected,

that everything was able to improve according to my determination to make it so.

To not be afraid of all the fear, and impart to my spirit the permission to flourish,

granting me permission I never needed…

but wanted to be given…to spread my wings and soar.

Who came and went, but yet remains, in memories refrain,

and promised to be mine forever, if needed ever.

Not a love, just of, passion or pain,

but a love pure, supportive, without shame,

placed a mirror in my hand and showed me there is beauty to behold,

to myself untold.

A friend is gold.

Not a love that’s mine to keep, released me,

and helped me love…most importantly…

the person I never knew I had the freedom to be,

and gently, strongly, held me up for the first most difficult steps

into the light of my independence.

Who revealed to my sight all the lies I’d invested too much belief in,

and sternly showed me the lovely radiance of the truth,

where reality lives, and possibilities are endlessly abounding.

A love that cannot be mine, a love that serves a higher purpose,

stopped for a moment to grace me with a miracle,

and told me it could not stay,

that I could not grasp it too tightly….

assuring me I could continue my way alone.

One moment here, the next gone,

still inside that love is strong.

Knowing I will be alright, knowing holding the memory of that love so tight,

I will make it worth it’s time, to grace me with it’s presence…

though it can never be mine.

Such a desire to make it proud, to do all that…in turn…I’d vowed,

and show it the strength it imparted to me…I push on… but do so willingly.

And I swear I heard the buzz of wings,

surrounding all these lovely things.

An angel came to me, to show,

me love I would have never known.

A love that extended to my being, a love that proved to be so freeing.

I’m able, versed, confidant, and even proud….

but will never share it’s name aloud.

Other than to speak these words I write,

about a love that cannot be mine.