when she falls through the air
and her body shatters, soft against the hard ground
the world is silent
a breath held; forcibly released
and the shards of her spirit soar
so bright and free—free
the shadow she casts is a movement
a promise wrought from blood and tears
from too much sacrifice
hope made eternal in stone hearts—cracked and yet oh so strong
in death she is a liberation:
a kingdom freed from its binds
in death she is a reminder that one voice can become many:
a future of its own making
in death she is the hero
one she could not be in life
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
