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My Guardian Angel.

The walls close in around me.
I feel myself slipping,
The line between reality and sanity
blending, fading.
I walk on the rim
carefully balancing.
Taunting, teasing, risking
dangerously near falling.

Below me a beckoning abyss.
Calling me
Welcoming me
Spirits cry out,
"Join us. Let us free your suffering."

The battle has waged too long.
I am done.
Unable to fight anymore
I give in.

The ropes surround me
like weights
pull me under.
The abyss consumes me
enveloping, surrounding me.

A Hand appears out of the light.
Strong arms
to pull me from the darkness.
To save me from myself
and impending sleep.

I am brought back from the edge.
I return to the world
into the light and the truth.

Released from my chains
as a butterfly
I fly free and strong
to greet the new dawn.
Awake.
Alive.

No longer do I fear the edge.
It has retreated.
I stand on solid ground.
Not alone, but with you.

Friend.
Lover.
Rescuer.
Guardian Angel.