Take Flight in Dazzled Air!
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~ my evensong ~
Guilty!
I admit
I have been a coward;
I surrendered
When was it that I allowed
Wonder to hibernate?
Dance to flee?
Embarrassed arabesques tiptoed away…
Perched on a pink cloud
amorous once,
Song eyes me still, reproachfully
Coward!
Agree or not
Healing is a pretty lie.
Losses and wrongs
those allocations of pain,
mortifications of self-harm
jabs and stabs
weaponised words,
cannot scab.
They fester —
they fester a little
or fester a lot.
But they fester.
Swaddle and coddle,
salve or soak,
these living signatures of loss and grief?
They breathe, mark us
surely as a chrome flash,
a milky feather
or a melancholic cloud
sit inside a gem like a signature
They become our fingerprints
only relinquished to last breaths.
The world takes and takes…
visions grow dim.
We forget that
once upon a time
stars pricked our eyes,
decanted believable dreams…
Each one of us
hides a private armory.
We punish ourselves
for trespasses of others,
grief visits and revisits
becomes a bird of prey
rips and claws, carves flesh anew.
We are Prometheus.
Who sleeps an easy sleep
