Scarred Angel

There's this angel,
this beautiful,
scar faced,
blue eyed,
hero,
that dares look at me,
and see through me,
deep into the pain,
I try to hide,
I try to save myself from,
to protect myself from,
to hide deep inside.
Though this being,
of pure light,
sees nothing against me,
he sees the hurt inside,
the bleeding heart,
the screaming soul,
that can never be healed,
he does all that is right,
he pushes me,
right to the edge,
of existence,
where we all belong.
In this extreme world,
where we should all allow ourselves to be real,
he is my only motivation,
the experience I need,
the holding embrace,
I need to ground myself,
the look that brings me back,
the angel,
to drag the pain to the surface,
so it can finally escape,
so I can finally exist,
so I can finally be real,
even if only with the guidance,
of this scarred angel.