The Crying Angel

Written by Shantel Cherebin

Not sailing on a ship or flying on a plane.

I am on a slow red roller-coaster fitted on a road

as tiny bugs are killed under the black rubber.

Heaven dropped an angel in my presence.

Do not know how this woman got behind me.

Haven’t seen her get on or crawling to the seat.

A woman crying behind my head the rain sharing the tears,

the freezing air stabs her heart and mind.

The wind slaps the window creating a winter atmosphere.

Rotated my head to the glowing angel. The rocking of her skull was the answer. Yes,

I love Jenny she wrote on the window. Who is she?

Her fingers crawl into a black bag cramped with alcohol. Her treatment.

No one heard her voice or the tears hitting the floor.

Only me who heard the soul going through pain and sorrow,

my mind leaking with love and kindness,

my voice sings with her pain.

Fingers’ gripping to my bag imagining that is her hand.

Cosmetics melted by her salty tears, her tap has been loosed and cannot be closed.

My heart whispered to hers reminding that she is loved.

She rose up from her grave looks deeply in my eyes and her voice mumbles,

“God Bless you”

My heart slow danced with sympathy,

my eyes followed her movement.

Looked outside, turned round looked again.

She’s gone in my heart.

I whispered ”farewell my angel friend”.