Katia

the reckless world
plays petty games
on the angel
of hope and joy

seeking the truth
of the game myster
she searches,
all around

straining to understand
the game and its rules,
the angel learns
of so much more

fearing the loss
of loved ones
in the cruel world
she cries in wonder

as the world revolves
the answers are discovered
slowly, oh so slowly,
as the kind one waits

the glorious light
of peace and happiness
graces the presence
of the darling angel

the light hold
not time or answers
the angel knows
she must live

living is mean
for the present
or even the future
but never the past

tribulations of a game
will forever offer
seemingly undefeatable obstacles
in a temporary world

the angel will see
the truth of the game,
for a renewed strength
will fill her

the outcome is uncertain,
the world holds now answers,
yet all who know the angel
know survival is destined.


-Wendy Marszalek

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