Poetry

My Angel in the Garden

If only: I hadn’t gotten drunk, I hadn’t told the boy to jump, I hadn’t run from the police.

If only I hadn’t been caught that night, none of this would’ve happened.

None of these feelings would have been born inside my soul.

I would’ve never been close enough to see her for who she really was.

She would’ve continued to be the target for my “friends” and I’s jokes. 

Instead, I was forced into her company.

Life can be cruel, and love can blossom when you least expect it.

It doesn’t matter that you were told “Don’t fall in love with me.”

Being around someone who believes, who has faith in you, can be the seed.

In my garden of anger and hatred, she gave me hope.

Even after I learned why I shouldn’t love her, I couldn’t stop my feelings.

I knew I would lose her before I was ready, and yet I loved her all the same.

I struggled to save her, to keep her here, but like a flower in fall, I knew she would soon wither.

She was an angel and would soon return home to her God.

I loved her till the day she died and she, in turn, loved me.

I had not been a man of faith, but she made me believe in her.

While love and faith are not synonymous, I was blessed to have both.

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