Angel

I have talked to June (not her real name) three times, and in the most recent conversation, she lit up .....

Me: I'm glad you're feeling great now. You're coming out of the rot.
June: Yes, thank god (her fingers crossed). Thank you.
Me: Thank yourself too ..... you made it happen.

No, I'm not her angel. Instead, it's the other way round. I will always be thankful to June, and many others who have shared their stories with me. Each of them is unique in their own ways. I realised that in every story, there are angels. But because they are invincible to the naked eyes, we don't see them easily. However, they will certainly appear when we are determined and persistent enough to look, not only around us, but also inside us .....

In the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here