New Voices: Painted Black

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Wings painted black flap effortlessly,
striving for the infliction of pain,
as eyes blink away tears of relief
after catching a breath from their struggle to obtain
the truth.
The pitter patter of young feet
echo through the hallways of the mind
as one recalls the adventure of childhood
and the struggle to define
themselves.
Droplets of cool rain caress the flesh of my cheek
and wake me from my mental slumber.
Taking a step, and one step more
I move towards the hope of a door
left open.
I’m not so lucky as one might wish,
for today isn’t one in my favor.
I’m left out in the cold with timeless time
as I struggle to define
myself.
Make it for another day,
make it for the chance to yell out
that silence isn’t the champion
in the battlefield of one’s mind.
For this body isn’t mine,
this body isn’t what defines
the mind that it once held
in my mental metal prison cell.
So strip the black wings of their feathers
and revive all those it’s left to suffer
and see the truth that you left silent
when it has so much to say
to you.
For a door will one day open,
and you’ll take cover in the warmth of
a friendly, loving, household love
that will caress the flesh of your cheek
like the rain that once left puddles at your feet.
My love, you will defy
the odds as you define
the mind that rests within the mind
that you once held in the palms
of your hands.
– JGK
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