Wednesday, 6 August 2025

Guardian Angel

She climbed the jagged spine of stone,
Sun blazing down, merciless, alone.
Each step a labor, each breath a fight,
Her heart pounded dimming her light.

Sweat dripped down her weary, pale face,
Muscles ached, and she slowed her pace.
Palpitations drummed a frantic rhyme,
The arduous climb had frozen the time .

Just as her knees began to shake,
And she felt the edge of collapse awake,
A gentle breeze threaded through the heat,
The tender gust lifted her weary feet.

An invisible hand caught her still,
A quiet warmth, a steadfast will.
The wind bent close, soft as a prayer,
It gently whispered, I am here.

Strength restored, her heartbeat strong,
She walked again where sunlight shone.
And though the mountain rose so wide,
She felt the sky beneath her stride.

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