An Angel Had Watched

I hide my face behind my hair,

Like Violet Parr –

Except when the wind makes it fly.

I put foundation on my nose and

Above my upper lip and,

A bandage under my eye;

And feel the rawness of my wounds.

My muscles ache,

My knees and elbow pain.

I cringed watching Ben Stiller

Going downhill on a road in Iceland 

On the skateboard – fast.

I will my flashback away,

And remind myself

I am safe –

An angel had watched over me.