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In ethereal realms where angels dwell,
With feathered grace and faces fell,
There's a silent hymn, a mournful song,
For the earthbound souls who suffer long.

With wings unfurled in celestial might,
They stand guard through the darkest night,
Feeling every tear that from us streams,
They cradle our hopes, and foster our dreams.

In their watch, they know we're prone to stray,
Imperfect beings, in shades of gray,
With every stumble, and every fall,
They see our struggle, through it all.

Despite the flaws that mark our skin,
They assure us it's okay to begin,
For every scar and every pain,
Is just a step on life’s vast plain.

And in the quiet, when we're feeling most alone,
When the night’s whispers turn to stone,
Remember, they feel the ache we bear,
In their presence, a silent prayer.

For they, too, yearn for the dawn of an age,
When grief shall fade, and joy shall take the stage,
Together in a realm where beauty reigns,
In a healed world, free from pains.

Where love's embrace is never far,
And peace resides in every star,
In that forever, without end,
Our guardian angels, our eternal friend.

Author's Note: There are moments when life seems like an unrelenting march, one that leaves us feeling isolated, fractured, and perpetually off course. This artwork and accompanying poem were crafted as a beacon for those who are acquainted with this anguish. Hold fast to hope, continue to press forward, and never berate yourself for your imperfections. Embrace the present moment; let your decisions today be the stepping stones to a brighter tomorrow. Nurture your hope—it is the light that will guide you through the darkest chapters of your journey. ❤︎

Description

In ethereal realms where angels dwell,
With feathered grace and faces fell,
There's a silent hymn, a mournful song,
For the earthbound souls who suffer long.

With wings unfurled in celestial might,
They stand guard through the darkest night,
Feeling every tear that from us streams,
They cradle our hopes, and foster our dreams.

In their watch, they know we're prone to stray,
Imperfect beings, in shades of gray,
With every stumble, and every fall,
They see our struggle, through it all.

Despite the flaws that mark our skin,
They assure us it's okay to begin,
For every scar and every pain,
Is just a step on life’s vast plain.

And in the quiet, when we're feeling most alone,
When the night’s whispers turn to stone,
Remember, they feel the ache we bear,
In their presence, a silent prayer.

For they, too, yearn for the dawn of an age,
When grief shall fade, and joy shall take the stage,
Together in a realm where beauty reigns,
In a healed world, free from pains.

Where love's embrace is never far,
And peace resides in every star,
In that forever, without end,
Our guardian angels, our eternal friend.

Author's Note: There are moments when life seems like an unrelenting march, one that leaves us feeling isolated, fractured, and perpetually off course. This artwork and accompanying poem were crafted as a beacon for those who are acquainted with this anguish. Hold fast to hope, continue to press forward, and never berate yourself for your imperfections. Embrace the present moment; let your decisions today be the stepping stones to a brighter tomorrow. Nurture your hope—it is the light that will guide you through the darkest chapters of your journey. ❤︎