You built me into an angel... You saw me flying through life.. Joan Of Arc.. Saving lives.. You put this crown on my head.. I did not want to wear.. You made me into someone .. who was never there.. When reality took over your disillusioned state of mind.. You realized.. these visions of me were merely dreams... Now in anger You take your sword.. Cut off these wings.. Your sword cuts deep Severing the artery to my soul.. You sit in your glory watching as my blood runs cold. The crown now cuts into my skin.. Suddenly I am free.. Nothing left.. Just years of empty dreams Now I am Free.. To find who I am.. Free to be.. Sculpted by another's idle hand. Not excepted .. Not loved.. Not respected.. Shredded angel wings.. on a tear stained floor of dreams.. Wondering how I ever got here.. And what this life means..
very raw and honest.......i see this as being straight from the heart.......time gives answers.......its hard to wait....but we are choiceless.......
peace.........Anita
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Change Brings Magic,i.e. I Try To Change Even What Cannot Be Changed- How You Overcome CONFORMITY Of MASSES,i.e.DARE TO BE DIFFERENT!
Excellent!
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I like Your plume's development. Your poems are showing profound artistic and philosophical growth in action.
I Salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Joan of Arc image is very powerful. She believes what she had believed to be, and nothing else.
It was only through other's disbelief that had brought the failures.
Whatever you percieve yourself to be, just go by it. Believing in yourself is also very important too.
A well-crafted and thought-provoking piece.
~ Sandie Angel ~
peace.........Anita