What I didn't tell you

(Pre-Script: This poem is meant to be paired with the song, "Bend and Break," #38 on the playlist. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...)(...still waiting...)

What I didn't tell you
is as much a part of me as

breathing,

and maybe more so-

what I didn't tell you is that everything

was meaningful, everything,

and what I didn't tell you

is that I knew.

(I saw an angel that day-
I saw it and no one else in the room saw it
but
I saw it-

it wasn't the first angel I'd ever seen, but
maybe the most significant)
What I didn't tell you
(and how could I)
was that when the rip
from skin to soul
to bone cracking bone occured,
there was a shaking,
a kind of little earthquake
that shook the core of the earth
yet no one else percieved it-
it was a disturbance that I am sure
the universe grieved.
and what I never told you,
(and now it's too late)
is that I saw an angel-
it was white and large and

I saw it-

it
was not looking at me but looking
at God;
in the midst of this

swirling chaos,
was looking up, detemined.

-XOXO,