The Name of a Star
A thousand feathers fell from the creature's wings
as the fire on the wind scorched them
and burned them away into ashes.
The scarf wound around her neck
was like a rope hiding the scars marring her skin
where they'd tried to choke her life away.
But she had refused to die inside.
A thousand tears rained inside of her,
the power of her love undying
until she was broken, her forgiveness mourning.
The bandages wound around her wrists
softened the cuffs' scraping,
where they'd cut her flesh where she'd been restrained.
But she had refused to trade her soul
for something unkind.
A hundred whispers begged her to commit violence,
calling out to her from within,
pleading desperately for sweet revenge.
But the straight jacket she wore
kept her in control
so that she would not fall from her sky,
not ruin, or drown, or die by devouring their lie.
Millions of eyes watched her from the dark
seeing not what threatened to rise inside,
what dared to break her, what she despised.
She strapped them down, the explosions of anger,
and she turned them inward,
becoming stronger.
The monsters saw it, what threatened to rise,
and they ran in search of a place to hide.
Singing the tunes of tortured souls,
her voice rang of the songs of the yearning
and carried out the burning in her soul.
Her eyes holding the honor of Truth,
she burned away their lies and their darkness
until they fled into the night--
to hide among their demons.
Her eyes lifted to her god,
and the Betrayer lost her
when a thousand feathers grew again
as she sang of the glory of living.
As she sang, the skies that had once been velvet black,
lit only by the burning specks of the heaven's distance,
changed with an abysmal syncronization,
of peaceful, forgiving oblivion.
Light began to bloom from it,
and the demons fled
as the fear within them bred.
The creature awaited the days that evil would die,
awaited the gates where she would fly
and earn her star a name in the sky.
6.14.2010
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RIP
PoetryTwisted. Fearful. Beating. Harmony: Dark imagery of an ex-psychopath written in poetry. Rest in Peace, my little straight jacket. Enjoy the reading, my friends!