the Impossibility of the Impossible
We Write Poems gave this as a prompt for this week:
Guardian Angel
–
I wish I could stand up,
reach out with my wand
and say proudly: “Expecto Patronum!”
I wish HE would appear
in the form of bright light
to guard off whatever I fear.
–
Well, I COULD do it.
But that’s all, I’m afraid
No one WILL ever appear
For no guardian angels abide
in my dark cave of despair.