AngelycNytemare

My Writings
2002-07-25 00:50:58 (UTC)

Poem: My Liberation

I was drifting,
Listless in my darkness,
Yet you had the power to snap me out of it.
I cannot thank you enough for that
circumstance,
even if it meant that I would cease to wrap you
with my mad transparency.

This is my liberation,
And you are my instrument.
Finding my lost spirit is never an easy thing.
Instead of a shroud or a straitjacket,
You clothed me with an armor of strength.

If you like the primadonna that's me,
packed with ashen lies,
Then don't.
It's all been part of an old show.
Nevertheless
I will not announce my return
Wearing a decade-old costume
from a dusty hope-chest.

Screaming an echoing hello in a hazy blanket
of empty understanding,
Tapping your shoulders with tears in my eyes
Imploring,
Asking,
Will you ever recognize me again?

This is my liberation,
And you are my instrument.
Finding my lost spirit is never an easy thing.
Instead of a shroud or a straitjacket,
You clothed me with an armor of strength




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