Raven (Corvus corax): An extremely intelligent and playful bird that is completely black and often mistaken for a crow (ravens are larger, croak instead of caw, and travel in pairs/alone).
He watches as the rose bows at his feet,
watches as the petals fall and crumble into dust.
And he burns them like ashes.
For what is a king who rules over the broken things
that will never be whole again?
She looks at the cracks in the mirror
and the way they curl around her reflection
like clanking chains and wispy hands
that will never let her go. And she shatters
it into shards, until she doesn't see the jagged scars.
They find and ignite their artificial lights
when the shadows appear, try to ignore the darkness
that's hidden inside, chase away the echoes like demons,
because there are some monsters even a knight
in shining armor cannot face.
What happens when his crown rusts
and the ashes join the burning flames, when
the shards lying on the floor reflect all her broken pieces,
when the lights they held to hide the shadows
goes
out
?
They'll light more fires, burn more ashes.
They'll throw away the shards and drown out the screaming echoes
they'll hide and they'll hide
until there's nothing left but their covered scars.
They'll never break free, caught in a cycle on repeat
until they can accept the fallen petals, the rusted crowns,
the shadows that follow the light;
until they realize that in the ashes
lay gold and diamonds;
that
broken things
can be
beautiful.
Broken things can be beautiful
still.
A/N: For the people who feel like they've got to hide parts of themselves—their scars, their pasts, their shadows. But hiding and hating only suffocates; the more you burn them, the more smoke there is contained inside you. It takes a lot of courage to show something society has taught you to hide. Sometimes it begins with the recognition that broken things are beautiful in their own ways.
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On Icarus Wings
Poesiabut what became of the boy whose dreams were carried on broken angel wings?
