I just go straight to the point,

This piece don't need no intro, no joint.

In Oct 2019, darkness overtook 

i found my cousin cold and limp,

She couldn’t take the rejection, or the suffering’s grip. 

She chose to end it, a tragic leap,

Bruised round her neck, too much to bear,

Life lost all meaning it became thin as air.

Bathing the soft soul, i left her to be.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say.

but the pain was suffocating me.

 

Heart turned numb, mind grew tight,

Guilt overtook, blocking out the light.

I wanted to give up, to let it all go,

But I had two lil’ angels who needed me so.

I took deep breaths, fought through the night,

And dived back into my degree, 

with you in sight, my guiding light.

 

Healing’s a journey, 

it may take years,

Or linger forever,

 held back by fears.

Some angels come, 

uninvited, unseen,

In different forms, colors, or creed.

I’ve learned not just children need love’s warm glow,

Adults crave guidance when life hits low.

If it’s from the right people, the healing is true,

It’s easier to manage, to push on through.

 

Then again February, 2022,

My beloved father left us blue.

Someone so absent, now taken away,

Questions kept repeating, day after day.

Love longing filled my chest,

I needed help, but no one to confess.

Spiraling down, deeper in pain,

Slipped up a few times, then heard the refrain:

"STOP. Life’s too precious, love remains strong,

Even through heartache, we carry along."

 

I’m still healing, that much I see,

Perhaps we all are, endlessly.

Growth is a constant battle, high and lows

Constantly rebuilding and getting the blows.

 

Each day is an opportunity to rise,

To help or change, or lift others’ eyes.

Friends walked with me, freed me from chains,

I met angels, time and time again.

Some may scoff, some may agree,

But I believe in a power way higher than me.

God's plan’s better than mine will ever be,

Angels pass by, setting spirits free.

So I thank you, angels, for healing my soul,

For making me whole, restoring control.

I hope when you’re low, angels come your way,

To lift you up, brighten your day.

Thank you for being you, for helping me see,

And thank myself for fighting, for setting me free.