Amethyst

•January 27, 2008 • Leave a Comment
In your irrational anger
the innocent suffered
Unknowing of your fiery fury
she walked
went on her way
as Amethyst
not expecting the tigers that would soon attack
She had no Diana
to turn her into quartz
No protection came her way
Your tigers pounced
ate their fill
and left small pieces of her
scattered

Aeolus

•January 27, 2008 • 3 Comments
Keeper of the winds
The winds
controlled prisoner in a cave
Held captive in the unknown enclaves of the mind
The past is dangerous
Like the winds
Liberate from the prison cavern
menacing memories of childhood
longing for freedom
The enormous leather bag
contains things I have tried not to remember
I have guarded the pouch
never opening it for fear of the storms it brings
Tornadoes in the heartland of my home
Hurricanes on my sandy shores
I have grown weary of guarding the bag
I am tired now
having spent all my time protecting the pouch
This task kept me from becoming who I was supposed to be
If I open the stained and old leather bag
letting the winds free
releasing the past
Will I survive the storm
or will what lies hidden in the pouch
destroy me
 
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