You know what it feels like to be holy.
Deep vein aches for wounds the earth feels,
Lightening storms and hurricane pain walking hand in hand across a ground you helped design.
The thousand voices that scream your name in both battle chant and song.
Their lives are not a game, but you play anyway.
You are sharp edged steel.
A long fragment of a shattered mirror,
The broken bone reflection of a cruel smile.
All that you are is ripped edges and cracked glass but your heart still throbs with lioness blood.
Ichor drips from your fingertips,
Gold glistens on your lips.
You took to power like icarus took to the sky, and you know your fall will be just as sweet.
-Athena
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoesíaThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
