Poetry

Angels Don’t Speak

I had a vision of where I come from
and in it I asked to see my soulmate
but what was shown to me
was only what I had already known

There they were, all of them
one in a striped shirt
another wearing a white garment
one’s silk dress playing with the wind
and others reflecting gleamed smiles
as they shared hugs and laughs
as joy and excited energy
permeated every cell of their souls
in their connection to each other

And there I was, a distance away
I could only observe and observe more
what was not within reach
what I could not obtain

I could only hope for indifference
to hold back a frown

And as I observed happiness from afar
a question begged my mouth to ask
“Why do I have to be here?”
but no answer came
so another question leapt from my lips
“Why can’t I be with them?”
but no answer came
and as I looked on longingly, I wondered
“Why am I alone?”

As the distant togetherness continued
I felt a hand slip inside my hand
as I felt an immense presence by my side
and the hand of an equal presence
then grasped my other hand
and their wings spread open around
surrounding me not like feathers
but as flame, a shield
and I was encased in their magnificence
as a light surged from within me
rushing out in all directions
to fill their shield and expand it
beyond even their reach

And while I gazed once more
at the distant happiness
I could not and will likely never have
a thought struck that struck me cold:

Indifference is what I was missing
and what I was missing
is not what I needed

So as I held the hands of beings
who could not be seen nor heard, only felt
upon my rear shoulders fell the touch of a third
as an enveloping light whisked us away

And I awoke from this vision
and though the three were not seen or heard
I could feel them with me
that is, until my mind faded in full
back to this similar reality

However, what I learned
remains still.

10 thoughts on “Angels Don’t Speak

  1. Love this. Nice work. You did a great job with painting the scene and getting the reader to really feel what the writer is feeling. Well done.

  2. This is my favorite work of yours. 🙂 Your depiction of the journey pulls the reader in; I like the way to break sentences up as well, especially in the very last lines. Reblogging. ❤

  3. What a beautiful composition! It is so vivid with its descriptions, going through the lines it felt like I took a dive into your mind. And the encounter itself sounds so enlightening, I love how your words built up to the ultimate revelation – indifference is what I was missing and what I was missing is not what I needed. Such a thought provoking piece, I wish I could achieve that state of blissful insouciance but I worry too much. 🙂

    1. Thank you for the lovely compliment. I do appreciate it. 🙂

      As for worrying too much, I tend to over-analyze everything. So I’m not going to tell you to not worry too much. You be exactly who you are. That’s all you need to do, and everything will work out fine. 🙂

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