She is a rare rose.,
That very few can hold.
She is the scent,
That is a wonder to behold.
She is the thorn,
That pierces the skin,
To feed off the blood,
That flows.
It takes a special soul,
To find her,
And a demon warrior,
To keep her.
She decided she wanted more,
Than what her cage could offer.
She rattled the bars for a brief moment,
Of the cage that held her hostage,
Before returning to the silence once again.
As much as she dreamed of freedom,
She knew there was nothing,
The outside world had to offer her.
It was those fleeting thoughts,
That kept her from,
Being completely immersed,
In the ever surrounding darkness,
That kept her mind in chaos,
And her voice silent.
The darkness was her home,
And solitude her only friend.
COMMENTS
Good writing...
I have definitely felt that way before.
✨
Thank you
Her wings were broken,
And her spirit shattered,
But she had to go on.
She had to heal,
To fly again.
She did not know,
Healing would require,
More strength than,
She possessed.
She felt defeated.
She felt weak.
She sat,
And wept,
Tears of uncertainty.
She did not know,
If she would fly again,
Or be hopelessly grounded,
For eternity.
COMMENTS
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RelentlessTenebrosity
08:20 Jan 09 2021
I love this.
RavynDarkrose
05:43 Jan 10 2021
thank you