An Angel With No Wings

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Almost two years ago I met my best friend. She came into my life in a time of great darkness. She is the most incredible person who ever lived and I have always seen her as my guardian angel so I have written a short piece for her that I wanted to share to show the world how truly blessed I am that I have a friend like her.

Submitted: October 12, 2014

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An Angel With No Wings

 

For Nikki. My own wingless angel.

 

 

"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy. They are the charming gardens who make our souls blossom" - Marcel Proust

 

Once in a blue moon the universe sends a guardian angel into our lives. This sort of angel has no wings or golden halo around flowing locks of shimmering hair or a white flowing gown made from the softest, whitest clouds from the most glorious of summer days. They are still, however, sent from heaven for no soul human born could ever possess pure love, understanding, kindness or internal beauty the way they do. Most do not even realise that they possess this invisible angelic glow around them and it can only be seen by those whose lives they enter and influence and those whose lives they save. An angel in human form, a saviour, a friend. Many people say that our paths are written the second we first draw breath the day we are born and we just need follow them. The journey will be treacherous, filled with cracks in the road with weeds poking through like monstrous tendrils to snap at your ankles as you unsuspectingly just try and walk through life, tripping you and making you fall then laughing as you push yourself to your feet and struggle forward.  Where is the beauty in life when this is your life? An angel can be lonely too. Their own path dangerous and broken, perhaps even more so than your own. Even with a life so harsh and hope so frail the light around them never dims, their skin shows no cracks put in place from each painful blow from every destructive situation or person to put obstacles in their path, their strength still shining with great exuberance with every step they take. The day finally comes when standing a crossroad between life and death, down the road of life comes the angel beckoning you and taking you away from the outstretched arms of the reaper who was waiting to embrace you with your final and eternal darkness. As you step towards the angel the path before you heals its cracks, the monsters and demons forced back beneath the strengthening concrete as your heart glows and becomes whole again. As you look up through the blue of a bright and brilliant sky, the light of a billion stars shines upon you for the first time and you feel that you could soar among them. You and the angel. Two lonely hearts, two lost souls, born worlds apart but through treacherous journeys found each other on the other side. The day that you meet the angel is blessed as is every day after and every day to come. With a smile at each other, hands held tight, you walk down the path of life together. If ever there is a place where the moon disappears behind inky clouds or the sun fails to rise leaving nothing behind but fear and sadness or when there is a crack that you thought was gone and one of you trips and fall, the other will be there with a guiding hand to help the other back on their feet, always and forever, through light and dark, moments of elation and moments of pain, because nothing will ever take apart something so beautiful as your friendship. Nothing will tear at the bond between you and together you walk for the rest of time basking in the warming light that you never thought you would feel or deserve until you met them, never again seeing death so close to you that you felt his ice cold breath on your soul or the his ivory fingers seductively caress your skin. My life was saved by an angel, an angel with no wings. She is a light in my darkness and the biggest and brightest star in my formally empty sky. Her soul sparkles with the diamonds of a thousand worlds, her eyes hold a depth like no other, glistening with life, a beauty nothing will ever match. Her angelic light shining  brighter than anything that ever existed or ever will. An angel doesn't need wings to be an angel, she is one in every way without them. She was sent from heaven, born of the stars to the earth. My everything, my life, my best friend.


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