Bearing Angel
Subtle eyes glance around
Seeing all living, breathing things.
Clouds kiss the mountains as they gracefully pass.
Flowers bloom;
The blossoms a deep, violent red.
She sits patiently in the garden of judgment.
Staring down upon her last picked bloom,
Tearing each piece passively.
Her white dress covered with deadly red petals
That wash their fate unto her very soul.
As the garden soon turns black,
She realizes the obstacles she must conquer
With her blood stained hands.
Eyes stretching to breathe and scream out for life,
And legs edging to walk again.
She's paralyzed.
An angel appears to her presence,
Pulling her up on her non-paralyzed limbs.
Holding her waist tightly,
For she shall never tumble into darkness.
His heavenly grace pours light unto her soul,
Bleaching all red, pure white.
Sun arises,
Clouds emerge as they lay their love upon the mountains once more.
Blossoms never black,
Only passion-filled pink.
The soft, feathery emerald grass meets her never aching back.
Her smile brightens with the world
As the bearing Angel
Lead her way.