Skirmish

A thousand years
Of unwon battles
She Fought on
The plains
Of the discontent
Undeserving
A place
Of darkness
Lack of starlight
Of failure

Warrior cry
Of frustration
Distress
Trapped in the labyrinth
Of
Those unable
To become
Bound to the walls
By chains
With links of
Loneliness
Dishonor
Disappointment
Betrayal

She tears at her flesh in horror

When
Sudden
Silent
and silver blue
On the horizon

A moon rises
Full
Of peace

Her face
Ghosted with tears
Turns up

And reflects
It's light

Eyes wet with
Disbelief

She lifts her head from
The sands of sorrow
Of despair
To gaze in
Confusion
At the

Key of moonlight
In her hand

With trembling fingers
It slides into the lock

Snick
Snack

The chains fall away
From
Her ankles
And


Release her

Silver blue moonlight
On
Scars
And skirmishes

She walks
She runs
She flies

Escape.








- sarah[inprogress]

Tomorrow

In a dream of tomorrow
I heard your voice
Whispering secrets to my soul
In tones of hushed
Delight
Fear
Acceptance

In a dream of tomorrow
I saw your face
Shimmering with a
Reflection of my own
Eyes
alight with
Cerulean desire

I dream

Awaken to the sound of
Chimes
Echoing

The predawn light lays me down
Shivering cold
Apart

Hand reaching out for hand
Warmth craving warmth
I smile

The night lets me go

I smile.

- sarah[inprogress]

And she said

You pull my smile
From within
With words that ignite
Like a wildfire
Across my mind

Entangled
In a crush of
Epiphany
Colored gold and green and autumnal red

Cornered by thoughts of
Desire for
Hope returned to

Calamity
Calling my name
In a jagged glass edged
Voice
Of harpy siren
Seductresses

Playing their games of
Dice
with my bones

Laughing
At my dilemma
Laughing

In the dark.




- sarah[inprogress]

Entanglement

Colima to Mar Vista
In the blue black
3am light

Eyes not really seeing
My body full of sight

I

Put one foot forward
And turn my head back
It's like a sudden rush of headwind

It's like a crystal glass has cracked

A multitude of definitions
Reeling through my mind
A sudden lack of sound
Call this feat a crime

I

Trust my intuition
The things I sense
Might be

But

My intuition
Is
Just as afraid as me

Tumbling into
Unknown waters
I'm
Only who I am

I stretch out a hand and hope
That in the blue black
3am light
I might
Just find
Another hand




- sarah[inprogress]