Angel In The Marble

Excerpt (part of the poem, used for prompt) The Heavens had enough of my self-loathing And sent an Angel in my world to guide me. The more time passes the less human you seem... I've seen you thrice — too rarely, too long ago. They say grief is the residue of love. That means the ache I bury is proof — Proof that you mattered more to me than you accept to believe. But you've spread your wings, you cruel, spirited angel. My faith is now tested. How long do I intend to prostrate myself; Hush your name from my lips, away from all But those I allow to bear witness to my zeal? There is cowardice in my faith. It took grief to know I revere you. You treaded this earth with heavy feet: You've imprinted on many, not least of all I.