Angel Of Freedom
I exist in a world not to laugh at others
never to ridicule their pain,
I breathe the air of another morrow
as well as my memories today.
I inhale depth in a place where sadness exists
as you wandered my living door,
now I love you twice than yesterday
but tomorrow I’ll love you more.
I stand before hope, my angel of freedom
she absorbs tears with her gentle smiles,
appearing strong in moments where my grief desperately yearns
for her soft hand in shadows awhile…….
© Nick Hawkins, Poetry 25/8/15