"She wore her troubled past like scars—she had been through battle and though no one could see her demons, they could see the face that conquered them." (Atticus)
There's a ghost that haunts her
and will never let her go.
There's a voice that holds her captive,
a slow poison seeping into her soul.
She's tied down to her demons
like the red string of fate,
she's got shackles and chains,
a thousand pound weights.
There's a shadow that haunts her
and will never let her go,
it's embedded in her mind,
engraved in her soul.
She's haunted by demons,
she'll never escape.
The voices in her head telling her
even if she runs, it's already too late.
Yet there's something inside of her,
a flickering illusion that seems so fake,
a candle in winds of the desert storm,
a fragile branch she's clinging to, just about to break.
Somewhere within the gray smoke clouding her mind
snow falls among the ashes, the faintest light.
Though she's stranded in the middle of the forest
with monsters she can't fight,
stumbling in the dark, she's finally realized:
she doesn't need an exorcist, just give her a knife,
the broken wings weigh her down
she's a fallen angel, but she doesn't need to fly.
Stuck between fight or flight,
she'll save her own life,
it won't be easy to escape the chains
but give her a chance and she'll survive.
She doesn't need an exorcist,
just give her a knife,
teach her how to fight
And she'll show you that you don't need wings fly.
Raven (Broken wings): There is darkness in all of us. But maybe that darkness hides more colors than we realize.
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On Icarus Wings
Poetrybut what became of the boy whose dreams were carried on broken angel wings?
