This morning

On a cloudy day,
I am clear.
Though I slept not well,
It was my angel’s fear.

I am not afraid,
With the days ahead bold and blindly set.
I am concerned however,
That there may be no end.

I see her and I feel her,
I hear her and I am her.
She keeps my heart somewhat safe,
She does her best to repair the damages I embrace.

We have an interesting relationship you see,
I secretly go to her and she openly comes to me.
Pride and unnecessary strength keep me away,
Even with resistance she is not kept at bay.

She knows better when I do not,
The way I am in this world of tricks.
She sees me looking,
And finds me my fix.

Yet this morning I am my own,
The angel may sleep in.
I see how the world works,
I am but a branch for happiness to ripen.