New Beginnings

 The cawing crow
With wings as black
As the boogie man’s heart

Silently steals
Through the dark
And dreary night.

Tearing through towns,
Leaving the broken hearted
In its wake.

The crow kills kind
People’s dreams
Without hesitation.

It perches atop
A broken tree
With a rope on a branch.

Suddenly, the Sun’s rays
Peek across the horizon,
Much to the crow’s dismay.

It begins to crack.
Down it’s crooked spine
And into its crooked heart.

It writhes in pain
Misery, and agony.
All the dreadful things

It graciously gives
To humankind.
And to itself.

The Sun rises.
The crow splits.
And a beautiful Dove

Emerges out of
The shell of
The crow.

With wings as white
And pure as freshly
Fallen snow.

The Dove spreads her wings
And flies, mending the
Broken hearts along the way.