💫 Angel of Death 💫
(A Poem of Life, Love, and Awakening)
In the rush of days and sleepless nights,
I lost my path, ignored the lights.
A moment — a crash — and silence fell,
Into a void, a shadowed well.
They rushed me fast, the lights were red,
In white walls cold, they called me dead.
Yet deep within that silent fight,
I saw her there — bathed in light.
An angel stood, with gentle grace,
With knowing eyes and a familar face.
Beautiful, kind — she held my hand,
And led me through a twilight land.
She showed my life — both wrong and right,
My joy, my tears, my darkest night.
And in her touch, I felt a fire,
A memory, a lost desire.
Each finger’s curve, each tender line,
I knew this hand… it once was mine.
Or maybe hers — I couldn’t tell,
But in that moment, I just fell.
She gave me choice — to stay or go,
To walk with her or face the flow
Of waking life — I chose to die,
Too tired to live, too drained to try.
But more than that, I feared to lose
The angel I did not choose.
For in her, I found my breath —
My peace, my love — the Angel of Death.
Yet fate is cruel, or maybe kind,
It dragged me back, it changed my mind.
I tried to hold her — but she slipped,
As waking life my soul had gripped.
I rose again, in sterile air,
Confused and weak, but someone there.
A hand in mine — that same soft grace,
And tears ran down her weary face.
It was her — my love, my wife, my guide,
Who never once left my side.
She stayed through nights, she held me tight,
She brought me back into the light.
Then I knew what death had shown:
That love is where the soul has grown.
And when we die, we’re not alone —
We walk with those we’ve always known.
So maybe death wears no disguise,
Just the face we’ve loved all our lives.
And that’s why no one comes to say —
They’ve found their peace, and chose to stay.
