My Battered Angel By: S.P. I had a dream one night lying on a cold, hard metal slab in a jail cell. I dreamed I was walking along and came upon an angel. I could tell she was once lovely and beautiful, but now she was battered and bruised. Her wings were thin, torn and ripped- she could no longer fly. Her eyes were ad and full of tears. She was cut and bruised from head to toe. She was so weak and fragile- looked near to death. I asked her who she was and what happened to her. My heart sank as she began to speak. Her voice shook and quivered as she said: “I am your Guardian Angel. I have been with you all your life. I have done my best to protect you and I have taken some severe blows for you, as consequences of your actions. I have been with you all through your addiction when you didn’t care about yourself, didn’t care to live anymore and wanted to die. Had I not been there by your side protecting you every second of your day, you surely would have gotten your wish, for you would be dead now, but since I was there, I am near death. I can’t keep taking care of you, padding your fall. I just cannot keep up with you anymore. You are killing me in the process of trying to kill yourself.” As I woke up, I remembered my dream clearly and I was filled with sadness and guilt, as I reflected on my life and what I have made of it. I thought of my poor Guardian Angel and what my actions had cost her. I knew right then, I have a choice, a decision to make today. Do I save her and myself, or do I let both of us die. Today I am in recovery, and I am getting better with every passing day. I like to think of my Guardian Angel as a beautiful, healthy, strong angel again too. I pray she is watching over me and protecting me again. I also pray daily that I don’t ever harm her or myself, like I did through my addiction, ever again!
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