Heron's Wing
Let me fly on upon the heron's wing.
Provide me a home that is not aflame.
Allow me the voice I need to sing.
Your whirlwind, full of my shame.
Leashed, choking my vocal cords.
I stand only to be knocked down.
This home, protecting me with prison guards.
Only allowed dry air, never to drown.
To test waters is only met with your disappointment.
The tears, the screaming, they drown me worse than water.
I fly on that heron wing only to feel poignant.
The love you had for me, all of it — I slaughter.
You strip my flesh before I leave; using it for your vitality.
Wandering around as a hollowed out soul in the cold.
The child you raised — alone with nothing — fighting for mortality.
A broken toy you once played with, you sold.
Left in a world of faceless faces, learning how to grow up.
All because I tested those godforsaken waters you detested.
Stuck in the arms of life as my heart gets cut.
These barren streets are now where I am destined.
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Written On: December 12th, 2021
Copyright © Alyssa Lorette | Year Posted 2021
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