Angel came down to see me.
Crying, I looked up at her, at eyes like candlelight, like the sun in spring.
"Hey, you doorknob, what'd I tell you about crying?"
Grinning some, I sobbed back eye water.
"Well, that's a little better. Now what's wrong?"
Looking down, I couldn't talk much.
I'd failed her. I was hurt again; hurt for no reason other than my mixed up mind.
She laid her hands on me, soft as feathers, strong as the word "mother."
"You haven't failed anyone, silly-boy, just stumbled. All you have to do is get back up."
So I did. I stood up…and saw Angel smiling at me.
"Now was that so hard?"
Shaking my head, I turned to go.
And Angel hugged me from behind. It felt like being home.
"Just remember, goofball, you have to do it for yourself sometimes, but you never do it alone."
And I woke up,
no one else was there,
but I knew, I wasn't alone.