Nameless and Misjudged

As I lay dying upon the cold hard ground

I stare up at an angel

Who's words are like no other

so soothing and reassuring

like a cool and calm breeze.

And I look around me

at people who have hated me

in the past.

In their minds I was

so inadequate,

incompetent,

and insignificant.

Of all the times I tried to

run away from the inevitable,

only to end up falling in the darkest

parts of reality.

As I stare up at the faces of family,

friends, and even strangers I smile.

Despite what has been done to me

in the past. . .I smile. . .because right now

in this very moment I get to

experience the feeling of being loved and

having people that care. . .

In the end I had something after all.

Only then am I released from the

harsh impressions of being nameless and misjudged.