she breathes in
you are better than this
she says to anger’s twin
revenge, hate and violence
are all fighting for the central row
to the next outbreak of lightening
from the lioness
a rage like no other
cocked back
aim
and
snap
there she goes
into the ether
she ain’t an amateur
a firecracker is a candle
next to her, because she’s carried the fire
of a few galaxies
and isn’t afraid to become a vandal
and burn anything in her path
even if it is her
a reoccurring self saboteur
she was not able to fight
couldn’t even be her own white knight
prides herself on sensibility
belief in her morals and ironically
she doesn’t want to stay in the past
but you need to understand why the flag is half mast
everything she did not do
or could have done to undo
rolls down the mountain from the summit
snowballs into nothing
nothing
because there is nothing she can do now
to repair her broken spirit
she’s back like a boomerang
rewinding the tape but at the end of the day
all she can do is embrace
what keeps her soul alight
reminds her she is alive
reminds her of her agency
her heart beats itself
to stay alive
she’s a broken angel
that cannot fly
icarus came back down of his own demise
flew too close to the sunlight
‘cept now she wants her chance to atone
so right now, fury is the only language she knows
once she has her chance to start again
she will seek recompense.
Categories: Poetry