Ever She, Ever Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem that chronicles my journey from the darkness of heartbreak and into the light.

Ever She, Ever Me
She wakes in a forest, alone, Dew clawing at her hair and flesh.
An evil odor flooding slowly, invading, under a canopy of Darkness.
This place cannot be the Life that she was destined to live!
Exhausted, she cries, ‘God!’ prays Queen Mab carries her far away.
Eternity passes; her eyes open to a beam of light cutting through,
The warmth penetrates her skin like a burning dagger of Hope.
Hair, once matted and dull, cascades with life and sheen.
Cheeks streaked with tears and dirt, now glow soft and rosy.
A flash of panic and remembrance washes over her body, her Mind’s rebirth.
‘This must be a dream.The burning embers of my Anvil, impossible!’
‘Nd, yet, her fear melts beneath a blanket of stars, and beacon of a harvest moon.
She sleeps soundly, n’er waking to Dream’s stain on her pillow, face, eyes.
Each day she wakes, breath held, accepting of the canopy of darkness.
Each day, more at peace with herself, and her life’s tangled path.
For the first time in Life’s while, this is she. Safe and lovely.
Thriving and growing, free from claws of Bleakness, Shame, and Doubt.
‘Nd if Darkness encroaches, shadowing her path, she is not afraid,
Once kissed, softly, deeply by a beam of light cutting through.
Ever Thine, Ever Mine.* Ever She. Ever Me.
*Beethoven


Submitted: July 25, 2010

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