Updated: Nov 27, 2019
Lost, they’d imprisoned me, expecting I would swiftly perish.
Sight failing me, I’d been snuffling out scraps to survive.
My past was forgotten, and I held little hope for the future. I longed for release.
Until an angel appeared and saved me.
As an old man, I became an adopted son, and life began anew. Given nourishment and care, comfort and security; I didn't know why I deserved this, but I thanked her as best I could.
Welcomed into a family, their wealth of spirit breathed new life into my own, and I was given the gift of more years than I could have hoped for.
But time always finds its mark.
We were sad, but without pity, as my suffering had ended long ago.
Wafting, painless, a prick on the arm and my angel’s soft voice guided me towards my final home.
I was grateful, and I think so was she, for the love she had given and I had received had saved us both.