I thought I would share my three most personal poems in here just to let others learn more of the real me.
To The Lady
At peace with the Raven
Quiet strength and a clear eye
Falling into a night cloud
Smiling at the goddess riding by
Breathe in a deep breath
Feel your skin tingle with mystery
As your mind begins to float
In and out of not so recent history
I see you, my Lady of the Night
I see you in the air that moves about me
I see your approval of my decisions
In the laughter on the wings
With a smile of peace and devotion
I send my essence up in smoke
To the Lady of the Ravens
As her blessing I invoke
(kinda my life's theme poem...untitled)
If tears are to be my water
If pain is to be my bread
I will partake of both of these
No sustenance in death
If weariness is to be my constant friend
If endless battles are to be my lot
If anguish is to be my life-long teacher
I shall well learn the lessons taught
I shall sit and learn at flame-kissed feet
Who better to teach how to take the burn
And I shall recompense my teachers well
When at last comes the final turn
A thankless pupil I dare say
Is hardly unexpected
And after ash and flame
Once Im resurrected
I will raise my head towards the heavens
To face the nights fading stars
And I shall sing my song of mourning
That comes from wounds and scars
I will sing it as long as I have breath
That all might know I've cheated death
Hands
A touch in the darkness
A scream silenced by a cold hand
A mind spinning out of sanity
Grasping only to a prayer that it will end
But in moments hands move
Up and down a body so small
She cannot fight them off
Hands so big from someone so tall
Tears cannot release the pain
From without and within
As someone she should be safe in trusting
Takes her everything on a whim
Hands that hurt and probe and bruise
Her hands flailing and useless
Trying to ignore his mocking of her efforts
As her freedom his hand refuses
So she lays and waits and bites her lip
As he moves about, around and inside her
Crying and screaming in ways only she can hear
Closing her mind to what she wants to be a blur
Hands that rip her till she bleeds
Hands that stroke her in ways that make her wish for death
Hands that move to taunt her when she hopes to leave
Hands that choke away her very breath
Then a hand that pats her as she hears she was good
The same hands, covered in her blood and innocence
That open the door to leave her alone once more
And all she wants are hands to hold her safe for a moment
