My Guarding Angel
A Poem
It might be your shyness, or it might be your power! Ever thought there was a guarding angel within you?
Guiding me to power
is the subjectivity of my being.
Dragging me to the window
and asking me to breathe.
A power in me helps me see
the beauty that nature keeps enclosed in itself,
and asks me to take a sniff,
to feel the emotion it encompasses.
The person inside me helps me breathe,
and guides me back to power,
whenever I feel weak in my bones.
My being might be compulsive,
aggressive and self-subjective;
but whatever you may call it,
It is my saviour,
my guardian,
It surfaces me and protects me from drowning in my thoughts.
My self-subjectivity -
Is my guardian angel!
What is yours?
Copyright: Areeba Ashrafi
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I’m Areeba, and I describe life experiences in raw words. Whatever I write comes from within.
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