It seems like there is a lot of pain in the world right now, and that can make it hard to get through the day. At a time when people may be asking themselves a lot of questions about life, death, religion, the past and the future, you may find yourself at multiple crossroads. This feeling- the feeling of helplessness, confusion, sadness, and overall reflection- is what inspired this poem. I hope you enjoy, and remember that all things, even tragedy and heartbreak, are only temporary.

Are There Enough Angels?

'Are there enough angels?' she asked the night,

'To catch the ones who fall from their flight?'

Replied the stars, mere freckles on the moon,

'There are, little one. You'll find out soon.'

'Are there enough angels?' she asked the sky,

'To comfort the ones who want to cry?'

Replied the clouds, a veil against blue,

'There are, little one. You'll find out soon.'

'Are there enough angels?' she asked the sea,

'To remind the ones who forgot how to be?'

Replied the water, a deep, dark lagoon,

'There are, little one. You'll find out soon.'

'Are there enough angels?' she asked the rose,

'To answer the question that nobody knows?'

Replied the flower, who forgot to bloom,

'There are, little one. We'll find out soon.'

'Are there enough angels?' she asked the glass,

'To save the ones who cannot move past?'

Replied her reflection, wrinkled face filled with gloom,

'We all pass, my dear. All angels do.'