Red passion turns into red rage
My countenance reveals no secrets
Fooling my friends into believing my sanity
But in my imagination I throw
Empty wine bottles against the wall
When the memory of him
Comes to haunt me again
You don't know about my scarlet letter
How 10 minutes became 10 pages
Of scathing accusations
And miscommunications
Written in my own fine blood
Which he drew out slowly
With the knife of indifference
Don't pry from me answers
Which are not yours to unearth
Yes, the gate is high
And I am locked within a fortress
Of fears and insecurities built by the past
The time is not now to exit
Deep wounds are still healing
Don't pull on my strings to force me out
My kindness is not yours to manipulate
Lest my ardent free spirit tears you down
I am a caged raptor searching for flight
And I don't want to hurt anyone else again
So let me span my wings and find for myself
The peace that comes from the unknown
Watch me grow and mature from afar
Swerving, diving and gliding in wonder
Trusting in the winds that keep me in flight
Surrendering to the truths of what is
Discovering how beautiful it is to fly
So that I may land grounded and changed
And come out of my castle as a whole soul
Dear reader, here is my burgundy letter
From her calm and cool majesty
Written within her isolated paradise
Don't wonder when the next one will come
What form it will take, or the color it will be
All I know is that from an icy blue heart
A flame will glow and write a golden one
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The Art of Loving and Losing
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories reflecting upon loving and losing yourself and the people who matter most to you. The book focuses on the complexities of living in a human world filled with relationships that can make and break us. They are...
