Quietly
she waits
motionless
dreaming
languishing
in cream
silk robes
waiting
for redemption
longing
for what she
was promised
her prize
her reward
long ugly sufferings
dreamily sold
for
beauty
favor
love
life
she feels
nothing
except her
own growth
and change
she hears
nothing
except
the murmurings
of life
itself
she knows
everything
but
voiceless
can not
share it
for this
is her burden
her life
her transformation
her turn
so she waits
sleeping
dreaming
breathing
planning
the rest of
her abbreviated
existence
knowing
her emergence
from these
silk wrappings
marks the
beginning
of the end
promised
beauty
will not
protect her
golden wings
will never
quite
carry her
she will never
escape from
this
her only enemy
this
her greatest fear
this
the price she paid
the deafening
roar
of
time.
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2 comments:
Thank you for the nod, and a nod back you, Angelfish. I like this. It gives me more ideas...
Cool - can't wait to read them! :) C
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