W3 Prompt #57: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Old promises kept as he held her tight

Causing such an unusual sight

Who knew she could actually fly

Taking her blues ridden body high

She had prayed to drift over the ordinary spaces

She was suddenly caught up and held ever so slight

She wanted to leave the now saddened places

An angel of a man holding her, caused no fright

She was gladdened by the feel of a sudden swoop

Had her prayers been answered?

She dared to assume

Flying high to adventures beyond her thinking

Her melancholy mind no longer sinking

She reached up to cling to the savior there

Realizing there really was someone who cared.

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W3 Prompt #57: Wea’ve Written Weekly