The Angel's Demons
By Myzeray
She was once described an Angel as she went about helping
people. Never asking for anything in return, just hoping when the day came
that she needed an Angel, one would be there. She would get up at 2 am
to leave her children sleeping with their father to drive 30 miles so that
you would have a shoulder to cry on. She would put off what she was doing
or call in sick to work just so that you had some one to talk to, to vent
at, to give a new perspective, anything you possibly needed at that moment.
She was a rock for one, a pillow for another, a voice of reason, a source
of fun, a loud protester of the unjust or a quiet ear for the sorrowful.
She bent over backwards to be what you needed, twisting herself into knots
until she thought she would snap, but then there would be just that little
extra she could give you.
She was once described an Angel as she chased
away your demons. As she waved her flaming sword to strike at the heart
of the shadow that followed you, she cried tears of healing as your burdens
were transferred to her shoulders. Your demons became her enemies for they
caused you pain. When there was no more left to give she cut little pieces
of herself to offer and you gladly took them.
She was once described
an Angel as she raised her children on her own, worked 2 jobs, cleaned
house, cooked dinner and still managed to find time for you. You begged
for assistance again and again, never once giving thought to the fact that
she may not have much more to give you.
She was once described an
Angel as she carefully covered the bruise on her face and the bags under
her eyes so that you would not worry because your needs were more important
than her trivial incident at the bar the previous night because a drunk refused
to take no for an answer. She gave you what she had in her pocket though
her purse was stolen just the day before, but you didn’t need to know
that. You really needed to have those drinks because of your rough day.
She was once described an Angel as she fought back her now powerful demons
with rapidly depleting strength because she could handle her own. You needed
help. You needed her.
She was once described an Angel as the demons
started winning and old thoughts once long gone started to resurface.
Old habits started to reemerge with a vengeance to take hold of a soul
that she could now barely feel after sharing it with all of you.
She
was once described an Angel as she turned to self destruction for a way
to deal with the demons. She wrote shitty poetry and stories of murder
and her desire for death at her own or another’s hands. When the voices
were not silenced she pierced herself in hopes that the pain would make
her real.
She was once described an Angel as she cut off all her hair,
and cut away at her thighs, hoping you would notice but not wanting to
intrude. Who was she to ask for help when you barely had time for yourself?
Who was she to unload some of her burden when you obviously had too much
to carry? Who was she to need you?
She was once described an Angel
as the blood flowed freely down her arms to spill in droplets at her feet,
to mix with her tears that were once used for healing.
She could no
longer be described an Angel as she collapsed onto the floor, praying that
her children would not be the ones to find her, her wings broken, no more
now than a pile of feathers floating on a red backdrop. Where was her Angel
to fight her demons? Where was the one that needed the lover, to love her?
Where was the one who needed the rock, to stabilize her? Where was the
one who needed the ear, to listen to her? Where was the one who needed
the voice, to speak for her? Oh yes. You were all too busy. Not one of
you noticed that she needed help until it was too late. What will you do
now that she’s fallen from heaven and damned to hell? What will happen
to you now that her heart and soul has been devoured by her demons…?
You were once described a demon…
Comments on "The Angel's Demons"
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On Saturday, May 8, 2010, Kittykat
(35) wrote:
Deep, loved it. Giving too much of yourself away will leave you hollow, it's usually the angels that get shit on and they are still the first to give again. This inspires me evertime I read it. Thanks.
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On Thursday, January 7, 2010, Winter Born
(169) wrote:
Should you require a shoulder to cry on, you let me know. if I can help I will be there. You would be amazed, at how helpful just venting in the chatbox can be. we outcasts and unknowns support each other. We are all we have. Awesome write.
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A former member wrote:
Truly an amazing description of this... Those we help never really understand how much we go through just to be their armor... I loved this piece.
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On Tuesday, January 5, 2010, Dilated View
(583) wrote:
Wow this was gripping to say the least. People often take for granted the most selfless acts or people and assume that's what they are there for. Absolutely captivating story. Excellent job.
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A former member wrote:
Wow just wow. Incredible. It really opens your eyes to those around you who care. i now have to think, have i been a demon to anyone? i'm sure i have at some point or another. i think everyone has. thank you for this amazing piece and thank you for sharing. :-)