My shadow is an angel
watching over me.
It appears ever so often,
in times I really need.
Sometimesit leaves,
I dont know where it goes.
If only a wish or two ago
I saw it in ones eyes
it was real
only a glance
but I held out my hand
then it was gone.
A symbol from above?
I'm going to find it again...
This is an amazing poem for you to have written at 13. I can't say what it is I like about this poem. It just seems to pull me in every time I read it. Excellent work.