Originally published 14/03/2022
Guardian Angel
By Nadia Pafunik
There you are my guardian angel-
taken too soon,
my love for you like a boundless ocean
orbits the moon.
My shoulder to cry on, my Mother Theresa.
You’ve made a name for yourself as my saviour.
Your sun dress, your black hair
your legacy is my only prayer.
I’m nothing but a worldly mortal.
And then there’s you-cloaked in the colour blue.
Therefore everything must burn.
Everything but you.
About this piece
Themes: Love, loss
About the author
My name is Nadia, and since I can remember, I have always been writing short stories and poems in my journal. I’m a second year student here at Northumbria.
If you’d like to contact Nadia you can find her here: nadia.panufnik@northumbria.ac.uk