Frail and fragile, feeling drained,
All efforts seem futile, hope waned.
Facing the end, body in pain,
Bleeding, self-destruction's cruel reign.
Twenty days, can't bear the strain,
Numbness looming, despair's refrain.
Then, a text, a glimmer of light,
An angel, a godsend in the night.
Thinking of farewells, she shares her plight,
"I can't take it," her cries take flight.
"I hope you're home," he responds, sincere,
"Hold on," his words, a lifeline near.
Twenty minutes pass, a knock at the door,
The angel arrives, hope's envoy to pour.
A bundle of joy, a beacon of light,
Bringing more than hope, in the darkest night.
Wagging tails, licking woes away,
The frail woman, lives another day.
Her love for the angel, forever true,
"Dad," she calls him, gratitude in view.
A bond so tight, when needed the most,
Saved from despair, her spirit embossed.
He must have known, her heart's silent plea,
His timely arrival, setting her free.
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Whispers Of The Heart
Romance'Whispers of the Heart,' a collection that delves deep into love, longing, and introspection. Through lyrical verses, experience the beauty of vulnerability and the magic of the heart's silent whispers.
