Fall from Grace

Fall from Grace

It seems as though
I’m Not as strong
as I thought
I once had been

The boy in the blue jeans
That falls from an oak tree
Struggles to maintain his
Breath

Had climbed Higher
and Higher
To dizzying heights
how beautiful
The world had seemed to him

Grasping at ravens
with love in his eyes
Then a snap of a branch
Gave wayyyyyyyy

His tumbled
Downward
Downward
Downward
Downward
Until he Crashed to the Earth
Enveloped in pain

“I’m Not made for love”
“I’m Not made for beauty”
“I’m not made for walks
In the rain”

“I never thought I would Feel
This pain as my reflection
Disappeared into the haze”

It seems as though
I’m Not as strong
as I thought
I once had been

The universe, the vacuum, oxygen
And Light, my source of MagicK
Dispelled without a trace
My Unicorn free, out in the range
As it should be, not tethered or shackeled by my longing

Mirror Mirror 
On the Wall
Must it hurt
To Take such a
Great Fall

I remember basking
In the New Glory
Feeling the warmth
Of the Sun
As I prepared
Our house
For
Tomorrows

An empty Nest
Fills my heart
With whispers
Of
Never beens

It seems as though
I’m Not as strong
as I thought
I once had been

~MB93
🖤☠️🖤


*(Photo- of death’s final dance)