States of Matter (States That Matter)

Tue, 01/14/2014 - 19:11 -- gymzim1

She tears through the darkness

A dim glow of changing light

With colors reduced to Bright Flame and Ash

Her usually strong spirit is bruised

But a spark of beauty shimmers within the eyes

 

Her abuser is within herself

A lurking young woman

With frustration in her pockets

She takes over the mind

And claws to the top

 

From the outside, the expressions are easy to read

But hard to interpret

The girl wants the care

That her quiet gestures give

To all she loves

 

When the Flame colors her world

The loved ones hold her close

But in Ash, she slips between fingers

As memories wash her away

And she is left alone

 

Music rejuvinates her

Compassion rebuilds her

Concern collects the pieces

Faded fragments of a shadow

My shadow

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