In a fleeting moment of
Unprecedented bravery, I
Plunged into the abyss with the
Blind faith of a child,
Eons have passed, perhaps
Lifetimes, and
She spat me back onto the world
Maimed with vindication , and nothing
To my name but some glimpses of
Glory.
Even she has
Rejected me, alas.
I can't hold a brush anymore, I
Only spill colors like I spill my shame
In your arms, love,
Do not tell me to be strong, it
Feels like a bedtime story
With a bland cover and the same old
Ending
I know all that, I know
That night is followed by dawn and
Things will fall into order in
Due time, patience is gold
One needs to be bold in the face
Of peril, etc etc
Sometimes you just need a moment
To stretch your limbs in a
Shroud of sadness
The world owes you that much
Doesn't it ?
I broke out of the shell and
Wrecked my home along
I get to grieve.
