Passed by an open door,
that stood apart
from all the others
on the street.
Something inside
bid me to come in.
I can’t say
what drew me away,
be it good sense,
or bad fortune,
but I continued on my way.
I learned later on in life
of the existence
of fragile angels.
A species that seeks connection,
and comfort,
with the lonely and unsuspecting.
They leave open a door,
or a window,
and lure us from within.
But in their kinship with our kind,
we break them;
snap their wings,
so they cannot return
to Heaven.
Stuck down here,
they wither away to nothing,
and cease to be beings of light.
I’ve never been one
for breaking angels.
I seek to be so careful
of who I meet in kind.
Even though
I’ve known their desire
to be with us,
I won’t be the one
to take their life.
This world
is full
of fragile angels,
things that shine brightly
and catch our eye,
but they are not meant
for this world,
they’re for the next one,
glimpses of what’s after life.
HG – 2021