Disguised by ebony waves of stars,
The windows to my souls,
Stained glass,
Spiderwebs of life snagged across them-
When did I lose my zest and zeal?
I always wore my fingers out,
Knot after knot,
Rapid in succession,
Crocheting chains that only trap me,
Where I sit and stand-
I always confused the issues.
Crystal roses,
Blood hidden in the clarity clear glass petals,
Picking those blooms off their stems,
One by one,
Shattering them against the stones of my existence-
I never was one for cloudy beds.
Peacock tailfeathers compose my wings-
No wonder I could never fly.
Author notes
Contemplating my life.
A contest entry
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600 points, ended November 20, 2007, 22 entries
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