Was I Meant to be an Angel

This is my most published and awarded poem! I received the President's Award for Literary Excellence for this one, from Cader Publishing.

Was I Meant to be an Angel?

Born on this earth, I’ve been struggling through my life.

Never finding a real, true love, yet, I’ve been a wife.

I seem to be where I need to be, when I’m needed.

Yet, I never seem to be, in the garden, love has seeded.

Was I meant to be an angel, only giving love away?

Was I sent here only, to help others through their day?

Was I meant to float through this life, being all alone?

Was I meant to be an angel, calling no love my own?

Flying in, when someone needs a loving hand to hold.

Showing them they are loved, and making them feel bold.

Helping others back up, when they have fallen down.

Giving them strength, to pick themselves up off the ground.

If this were to be my fate, I would accept it gladly .

Taking away others pain, when they’re feeling badly. Painting by Peter Paul Ruebens

Yet, without a real love to call my very own,

The days are so dreary and the nights are too long.

Some time, I just might, fly away into the night.

Maybe find my angel love, and make it so right.

Was I meant to be an angel, only giving love away?

Was I sent here only, to help others through their day?

Was I meant to float through this life, being all alone?

Was I meant to be an angel, calling no love my own?

Brinna