October 15th 2006

 
When the world was its darkest.
And his memory loomed large.
Labels were stapled to her heart.
Lips inactive and crossed out, she spoke not.
All was lost in monochrome cries.
Her hands were in bondage.
Her heart was a hostage, yet with his help she did rise.
A lament to this feeling it was a proclamation that she was alive.
So began the transition from walking the streets treading upon the fallen leaves.
That were strewn like so many hopes of love that had fallen like confetti before and cascaded on the floor.
She broke the bonds that tied (She was set free).
Unlike the sodden nature that looked like even heaven had cried.
Her life traversed the hurt and she searched for the strength inside her soul.
Then with a blinding light of realization she was whole.
The void of black and white was saturated with colour.
No longer was life sullen and with her hands free she ripped the wrong from off her face.
She found her voice again and with a primal scream tore those labels into strips.
For no “judgment” would accuse, no “rejection" would make black tape for a blue girl.
She was different now she was changed.
With the praying of a prayer, like the psalm states she called upon the Lord and she was saved!


Written by SonofHowarth
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