Angel of the night

Prompt for Poets United Rising above

I grew up in an protective environment and learned only later in life about people who are less fortunate . For example through the movie Once we were warriers I learned of lifes lived in terror.

In time, I came across some amazing people who worked with the most disadvantaged. I realised that some of the most dedicated people, were the ones who understood because they lived it. They worked tirelessly to make a difference, often with minor recognition. The transformation they went through, the difference they made, and the work they did and do is heroic and therefore I salute them.

I imagined what it means to be disadvantaged and how people would rise above

Angel of the Night

She once was invisible,
an unexplored life,
head bent low to be unseen,
dragging through miry clay.

Born to parents who drowned their demons
in devil’s water,
leaking through their pores,
evaporating into terror,
invading every corner of her world.

Fed with violence and profanities,
touched with shrewd knocks,
gazed upon by eyes spilling rage,
dressed in garments of grudge.

One day, she sank into the depth of a soul,
sensing the silence of an empty vessel
screaming to be filled with love
a mirror for the little girl within.

Her newfound empathy stirred,
offering the last grain of her love,
which blossomed in both,
initiating her into greatness.

Slowly, she tore apart
the restraints that bound her.
Lifted by a gust of wind,
renewed and light,
she rose above her past.

Now she holds space
for souls haunted by shrieking shadows,
moving through stormy days
in slow, quiet motion.

Building warm nests
where icy winds sneak through the gaps,
she has become
an angel of the night,
silent guardian of healing,
illuminating the darkness
with a gentle, steady light.