Angels

I saw an angel the other day.
She then walked by, briskly on her way.
I wanted to speak and have her stay,
She passed before I even said hey.

I feel sorry for her, you know.
She wound up here, nowhere to go.
This town pales compared to her glow,
And she stays here, for why I don't know.

This angel is beginning to falter,
This town is trying hard to swallow her.
Her mood is starting to greatly alter.
Every day her apparel gets darker.

She has finally given in,
She has chosen a life of sin.
She goes out past twelve just to binge.
Her glow has now completely dimmed.

She has had about all she can bear,
I saw her at church taking part in prayer.
She has u-turned her life to be fair,
But her scars remind her and remain there.

This poem is dedicated to those who have been eaten alive by hard times or bad situations, of which I am one, and a reminder that if you're there right now we can always turn our lives around, but unfortunately we cannot erase the past.