If only there was some kind of a warning.
Any kind. Any form. Any magnitude.
That prepares for the continuum of stabs right at the central of my heart.
From a perceived love that reeks of superficiality and infatuation
Transforms promises, sincerity and an unspoken bond
Into a cauldron of hurt, despair and desperation.
So pained with sorrows the concoction overflows and floods the evergreen pastures
Degenerated blood, fallen wings, slashed anger
Holds no signs of salvation but desperation for answers, a sign of hope
Again tramples on crushed dreams and a renewed humanity
The unwavering ghost spits on a sleepless soul
Passion for love, truth be told
Hungers the human heart this forgiveness, that belief, some kindness.
Only to be starved with bones, more scarring; Less tenderness
In the distance came shadows of clemency
Surrounded the battered being with pillars of support, flashes of holy
Glimmers of possibilities, optimism and a kindred spirit
Charged with life – stronger, more powerful, steadfast
A celebration of rebirth, enlightenment and molting
A kiss of life for a century of convictions
Strangers to friends, the world takes over and held my hands
Lovers to death, the story will end.
Discarded forever, the lessons land.
- Melissa Jane
25 April 2010