I met an angel recently. At the time I thought that he represented all that I was at the moment, but I quickly realized that he wasn’t. He was all that I DESIRED to be. His eyes held faith and hope that my heart never knew. You see the problem with wearing a mask is that, you run the risk of forgetting that you’re wearing one. Sooner than I had realized I became a victim of this war-zone, and I forgot. My heart wasn’t where it was supposed to be, my soul restless and I had been in so many places I didn’t know where to call home. Peace eluded me. Considered percipient by most, but I was so preoccupied in living up to their story and their normality, I never had the epiphany that that story wasn’t mine at all. There was NO me in those places. Truly I was broken, broken ‘bad’… I was numb to everything. But unconsciously my angel radiates light, sourced only from the god that resides within him; though it took my eyes a while to adjust he helped me find ‘’my peace from my broken pieces’’. Now reformed [almost at least] to my purest form, I know not of what is to come my way, nor where I am to be in the upcoming chapters but undoubtedly I KNOW how divine human beings can be. I now know parts of myself that I never did, thanks to my angel. Thank YOU ANGEL….
[the image above does NOT belong to me]
Love & Freedom
---Mandy
