Stubborn and fierce
I both stumbled and grew
Yet the prayers of my angels
did carry me through
No mans devise,
To whom credit is due
Was it fate or good luck?
I haven’t a clue
Why such gifts I was given?
I unseemly receive
There are angels surrounding
As I struggle to believe
Like water in hand
cupped in place and then spilt
Grasping for answers
When nothing was felt
I look inwards to reflect
To muster courage in me
I seek for inner guidance
To set myself free
To touch is to feel
To think is to know
To rely on my flesh
Just to learn how to grow
I envy the ones
Who give it their all
With faith in the unseen
Even when they do fall
But that’s not my lot
And the burden I bare
Is to learn to see and feel
The angels that are there
Eyes closed and hands clenched
I will stumble and grow
Yet the prayers of my angels
Will carry me home