There are many who believe there are no angels,
But I believe angels walk wherever there is light.
When we block the light,
We are deceived by demons who are quick
To lead us astray.
I make choices, not just to please others,
But to prove who I am, and who I want to be.
I am not deceived to think only good exists,
Or that evil is out of control.
Neither do I believe that evil drives my soul.
I realize that hormonal imbalances, prescriptions and
Drugs not meant for you or me,
Stress to a high degree,
Listening to the beat of different drums,
Persuasions of power or envy,
All take their toll as I struggle to make sense of an illogical world.
I believe there are liars who walk among us,
And sometimes it is me.
I am not a psychologist who understands all I need to know,
I make many mistakes, which leaves ample room to grow.
I am just a simple poet who goes where few care to go.
I walk among you but I am no angel.
My light shines in the darkness but many lights are needed to illuminate the world.
I want laughter, not tears, Wisdom, not fear,
I am broken, needing repair, needing love, not despair.
I walk among you not as an angel, but as a friend.
Give me your hand and we will lift each other up to the Promised Land.