Servant of Her Heart
Caged in the thoughts supposed to release her.
The road to righteousness covered in stones.
Falling over the master of mind lures.
Her heart an afterthought; body on loan.
Walks in the dark, candle lit in her mind.
Chest flickering without the eyes aware.
Shivering in absence of light to find,
the key locking in this state of despair.
Looking down at her feet, covered in dirt.
Observing the separate is all the same.
Dark not existing as angel light flirts
with the hole in her soul, watching it wane.
Standing still seeing darkness come apart.
A witness to the servant of her heart.
Copyright © Wendy Stein | Year Posted 2024
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