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Nov 2012
Angels

Your first angel was your mother.
She gave you the Ability to breathe.
She nurtured you for 9 whole months,
and pushed for however long.

     At that point different variables come into play,
your second angel is often a little hard to say.
It could be your father, if the cards play out right...
But sometimes, just sometimes, it simply is not.
Could've been your grandma, or a neighbor across the street...
Just had to be someone who never would leave.
Until they leave.
And then those angels sing the loudest song, the one your radio plays at dawn...
Your third angel comes, when you need them the most
and stay with you through distance, where you need them for hope.
   Angel number four is someone you've known before,
a connection so sacred, when together, it's known.
The fifth is a kiss, sweeter than any you've had,
an exchange of energy, that drives your hormones mad.
Like diving head first into a bubble bath...
The choices you make seem stupid and fast...
But totally worth it even if it didn't last...
      The fifth angel is a blessing, and one everyone should have.
The sixth is an elder, they will stand out like transparent opal in the glistening sun on a new day as the sun blesses the changing tides for the very first time. As if asking you to rise, and begin the new days fight. 

Angels. They aren't really in disguise.
Sarah Alana Cayton
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Sarah Alana Cayton
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