“One may have to let go his/her most beloved self for his/her own good”
I thought what crap. But that day…
I delved deep within myself, exasperated.
I saw a world of facets,
some bruised and a few tainted.
I went for another fall,
looking for the one.
There it was, innocent and sweetest of all.
So pure and second to none.
It drenched my soul,
with joy and bliss.
Sweet as a sugar bowl,
and I gave it a kiss.
I was careful, as ever,
with my softest touch.
Try, as I may, but
I can never love it much.
But now it’s clipping my wings,
eating from within, for a hollow me.
Wounding my soul, painful flings,
Heavens! I want to break free.
Nothing again! It feels dejected.
Wings fluttered, driving me wild,
This is it; I’m on my way,
on my way…
to slay my sweetest child.