
Defiance descends as dusky light divides
gauzy day and naked night; rapture upon a memory;
leaving a past never understood, facing questions
yet unheard, time clothes her thoughts in shadow.
In dreams, camera fades afar in field of vision
feelings find her eyes as dissolved vague effect,
fixtured in sun porch background; sharpens curious eye
upon instinct to flight and precision on the skin of a tree.
She falls, walking uneasy steps to sounds of yesterday,
mocking images, suffocation screams
within her in silence, yet, blithely snips life's branches
and colors her soul with breaths of seasons.
Youthful beauty bears marks of callous reckonings,
tears in solemn laments languidly caressing
cheeks blushed an empathic rose
blur the canvas of living self-portrait.
Her psyche pale and torn, a yellowed photograph
in life's album of remastered perfection, yet
every flaw is magnified a hundred times, harshest scrutiny;
these immortal obscurities will become her legacy.
Clockwork conversations and underwire similes,
gaiety applied with crimson gloss, a once relevant soul
wades into vapid seas, pausing on brink of trenchant urge
to purge dismal light of loss.
Through what decency she has found there;
the softly sighing song of tiny wing beats
plays elegy to those hazy days of doubt,
and her future flows to promised possibilities.
Pretended alterations of previous dilemmas
cascade with abrupt elegance; coated in deception.
Smiles are stifled within faultless limitations
amid veiled vows to never fall in love again.
Awash in light of citrine sunrise salvation,
shedding protection of vanity veneer,
she follows the admonition of the ladybird,
allowing release from fragile shell to fly away home.




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