fly away
blue smudges under her eyes where the man-beast hit her, hands shackled like an animal they set her free in our house late friday night i wrapped her in a warm blanket sat and held her as she sobbed away the pain that would only return like a wounded dog to its owner in the morning. feeding her spoonfuls of love i knew she had to fly from this hell of a place to a land far away. into a new existence where no one knew her and she could start over. from this black and blue nightmare into a rainbow-bright future. God help me be her wings.
posted by kanadians in korea @ 7:19 AM
1 Comments:
you can't be her wings, and God won't be her wings until she wants to fly. our mud pies seem mighty good sometimes and we all know that they can't be eaten in the air.
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