Amongst the jagged cliffs
I rested.
My soul,
weary from constant battering.
The waves crashed on rocks below,
ensuring my immediate death
should I fall.
I closed my eyes
and inhaled the salty air.
It stung deeply into my soul.
I gave up-
learning to be content
sitting halfway between death
and where I wanted to be.
Admitting my mediocrity.
But heaven shown on me that day
and sent my angel to me.
He dressed my wounds
and healed my soul-
and clasping his golden hand
with strength to last for eons,
we climbed the cliffs together
him and I-
My angel and me--
leaving my mediocrity on the ledge
where I had given up.