I was born Freedom and Doubt,
she was born Freedom and Strength.
We both resist rules because, after all,
anything goes.
She's Liberty, Liberation,
and her open-mindedness, her whole being
make me feel less of a failure.
I've got wings,
but hers are whiter, smoother, stronger,
more resilient.
We both refuse to walk the path of life
looking ahead like a horse wearing blinders.
No-one will stop her,
no-one will kill her thirst for Justice.
And why am I telling you all this?
Yes, I remember now.
I'm telling you because you asked
if I believed in angels.
Of course I do.
And not only the ones
in Raphael's painting
or the ones in the Gospel
who live hidden above the clouds
and slide among us unseen, but not unfelt.
I believe in angels because I have one,
there's an angel in my life.
Not everyone can say that.
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Author Notes
I've been absent for a while and I'm afraid I won't have much time for FS in the near future (which I hate) as I've gone back to work after a one-month sick leave.
However, I wanted to add a new chapter to my book.
I've dedicated this chapter to my daughter because she's a truly special young woman. She had leukaemia when she was four and I think that's shaped her character. Even though she now has fibromyalgia (probably as a result of the chemo), she never stops: she works, studies and volunteers when she has time.
I took the picture above when we were in England this summer and even though she's already twenty-seven, she looks a lot younger.
This free verse poem is inspired by one written by Mary Oliver. The one you can read below.
The World I Live In
I have refused to live
locked in the orderly house of
reasons and proofs.
The world I live in and believe in
is wider than that. And anyway,
what's wrong with Maybe?
You wouldn't believe what once or
twice I have seen. I'll just
tell you this:
only if there are angels in your head will you
ever, possibly, see one.
If you want to know more about her, go to:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Oliver
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