I Am Not An Angel Poem by Fasika Ayalew

I am not an angel
For I haven’t been able
To dry those tears
Tears of frustration
Tears of confusion
Trickling down many faces
A pain of loss hurts to ease
I am not an angel…
Clocked under a mantel of sham
I haven’t helped truth to shine
Truth of love, care and trust
I have done nothing for its rescue
Beyond the horizon of deception
I only saw it ebb away
So ‘I am an angel’ how could I say
And…
I am not a disturbing presence
I have my own bruises
A mind to heal a spirit to nurture
Struggling for strength to go on
Thus I am not a disturbing soul
But …
I try to smile when I am hurt
I try to dream though elusive
If I don’t receive yet wish to give
Only if my gestures can
If not to lavish but hope to sprinkle
If not leave a path of care but only a trace
In a journey of life to ease those aches
Not to pretend but to be
Not expecting any rewards
Not to find place in those hearts
Simply because
Those virtues are my righteousness
My Revelation
I am not a disturbing presence
I am not an angel
I am who I am
For who I am I don’t have a definition.