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November 9, 2007

Armies of Angels

Without any further adue, here is my poem. Enjoy. :) (Sorry, I don't wuite know how to make the paragraph breaks) CONCRETE ANGELS She sat alone, gazing out the foggy window pane, Wondering if there was anything left in life to gain. Obviously the world is full of endless wonder, But what was the point of keeping going under? If only she could fast forward, To see if in the end it was worth working toward. But if all paths lead to death, Why waste another breath, On tragedy and sadness? On failure and chaotic maddness? She knew these thoughts were wrong, Stupid and selfish things that would soon be gone. But the looming horror of living this way, Hoping she'd just make it another day, Was killing her more and more. And she silently prayed she could settle the score. She begged God for forgiveness, Swearing an angel as her wittness, Hoping that he'd give her the strength, To extend the length, Of her young fragile life. Begging that he'd let her forget the knife, That left those scars and remove the bars From the place where she was trapped, Because all her energy was sapped. She swore she would never quit, But she had found all that just a bunch of sh*t. Did anyone really care anyway? It wasn't like she had a debt to pay. All her life she gave her endless love, Always trying to rise above, And be the friend that was always there, To brighten their day even though they weren't aware, That her heart was filled with a greater pain, Than they could ever imagine to gain. All she ever wanted was to be held, The way she held them, and her eyes wheld, With the tears she had never been able to cry, Because all she wanted was to die. A concrete angle, lost in this rhyme broken by the weight time. But in my heart I want to fight So I softly begin to recite Some words that have inspired me and that have always kept me company: "'Out of the night that covers me, black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be, for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bugeonings of chance, my head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the Menace of the years, finds and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how straight the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the Captain of my fate, I am the Master of my soul.'" (Invictus- William Ernest Henley) And here I sit in front of you, Smiling like I always do. Holding out my loving hand, To help you rise and take a stand. Together we all will fight, And some might die tonight, But at least we could save a few, From this demon, and help them start anew. Killing him with our love and kindness, Intead of feeding him hatred and selfish blindness. At least we faught, Rather than not, And that makes us all concrete angels. If any of you ever need someone to talk to, I will be here for you no matter what. If you want to learn more about me and my story, feel free to ask. If telling about my life, may make a difference in yours, then it will always be worth it. If you would like to view the documentary once it is finshed, just ask. Together, we will become stronger. Please, if you do not message me, at least try to take this poem to heart. Think about what you say to others and that- "To the world you may just be a person, but to a person, you may be the world." One small act of kindness may change someone's whole life... I welcome you to keep this poem, as long as you please sign my name to it. Your Friend, Breezy

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