I have been doing a lot of writing this week about being a throwaway. I think there are others who have felt this way in the past. A throwaway to a love that was incapable of returning the love. Or a throwaway to someone who only pretended to love you just to use you. As I look back at them now I see that every time I was torn down and made to feel like I didn’t deserve the relationship I wanted or left feeling a failure I realize that they were all just a stepping stone that would lead me to my destiny. That was the basis for one of the earliest poems I wrote my wife.
ANGEL OF MY DESTINY
By Thomas Michael Pico
Like an unwound watch
My love stands still
All through the day
Until you are near
This love once held so preciously
Now I give it all to thee
Just as surely as the busy wings
Of the birds and bees
Your kindness and your beauty
Is all that I see
And the only hand I want and hold
through the twilight of my dreams
Our hearts they beat in harmony
To the song of you and me
For time and fate have always known you
As the Angel Of My Destiny
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