Can you see her
Standing perfectly,
Perched silently.
On the rocky cliff.
Like a snowy owl
Dressed in the whitest muslin.
Breathing slowly,
Eyes closed;
She doesn’t see
Her angelic beauty.
Only the scars
Scattered over her soft flesh.
Only horrible memories
That fill her dreams.
That call out in the night.
Hot sweat,
Empty tears.
She feels alone.
In her angelic grace,
She stands.
Arms spread wide
Open for the world to bear witness.
To cast judgment,
To love.
She feels the warmth of her smile
Cross her stone face.
She lets out her final breath,
And falls.
copyright 2007 Jade Clark
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Beautiful and so true of those feelings inside. You have a way with words!