Sacred by Melissa Arel
and i find myself wandering, tripfumbling my steps
as i search for reasons that are far beyond my reach
the grey sky weeps with me as my hands bleed
from razorsharp fragments of a broken heart
i think the birds are mocking me, watching intensely
scavaging for a piece of my flesh to feast on
they taunt each other with shrill echoes of excitement
as another drop of sorrow falls to the ground
and what of this? what of me and of the innocents?
we are left grasping, calling out to one another
to remember love's deep and unbending hold
a bond that none can sever for it is sacred
it is maternal, right to the very marrow of our souls
02/03/2016 Author's Note: Tag, K..
Posted on 02/04/2016 Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
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