she's mad but she's magic

like iron bars
around my heart
cold as a deep freeze
immersed in a frigid hell
upon hearing
of her

darker days
closing in on her
a cloak of madness
shielding her from serenity
out of the eye
and into the storm
and now my futile hopes
and unheard prayers
are airborn

frisked away
by the wind
dragged through the trees
scratched and marred

in the end
you're still my angel
unsure if the love I have
was ever that of a lover
or a close sister
but look through
to the light at the end
of this tunnel

that light is still you
my little firecracker