Torn and Tattered Wings
Torn and Tattered Wings
It’s not easy to have seen
All the darkness inside you
Places I have been
Sorrow and degrading
Thrusting their blades epithetize
Hard into your heart
I look in your eyes
See the padded cells of your tears
Their blackwash lays cringing
Dogging your footsteps
With their fears
Nights unending betrayal
Of innocence used
The child in you defiled
Your love just savaged into rags
No it’s not easy to see
Through the tattered grey flags
Tormented a vicious storm
Fingers of icicle claw born
Would want to rip out the heart of you
Hidden beneath saddening locks
Shuttered rooms dug to pits so forlorn
Buried your sweet beauty
In a shell of nothing to be loved
No one can see
Where the un-healing tracks lead
Where your whipped lashed back still bleeds
From those who simply couldn’t care less
An Innocent lost
Violated by the perverse
Life line cut
Broken by silence
Shoved into the corners
Where playful eyes
Just wanted to end in forgetful dreams
No it’s not easy to have seen
All the pillory deepen inside you
Places I have been
With all the Pain and the indifference
Battering back the resplendence
Born into your heart
And for the rebuke of a guilty world
You took on all the blaming
For having been raped by life
And all the mistrust
All of the desperate need
Left you standing alone
Just needing to be loved
The beacon of your light
Standing alone on a hill top of strength
In a steadfast bravery
You shine it out
For all the world to see
The courage to rise up and fight
Fight against the ignorance
Is how your plight reaches out
In such a gentle face of tenderness
With compassions arms
Your glory is a star
Brighter than many by far
Fought from the disenchanted heart
With all the sacrifice in your soul
And if I knew how
How to tell you
Of the respect you endear
Engendered by your miracle
Your will not to fall
Fall into the abysm of hates purposeless
I have known
And I have been shown
The fierce and burgeoning light
Living behind Angel wings
Lifting up your presence
Exulting your loves triumph over the sufferings
Instead you soar
Even though your fracture remains
Though encumbered by chains
Still you rise up and fly
As high as you can
On those torn and tattered wings
( Inspired by “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol
and written for a dear and beautiful friend )
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