Thoughts woven
Strung together with care
Laced with love
Imagination travels
Throughout the maze of threads
Vibrant colors flutter through
Life continues on
Naïve.
Wings caress the string
Pinks and Golds
Presenting blissful sleep
Shimmers the dreams for tomorrow’s common life
A trifling blue breath
Enters the gate of the braids
A sudden struggle
Her fragile body wrenched back
Venom slashes the heart
Weeping gentle hope
She slowly dies
Adding to the growing pile of souls
Three stolen everyday
By beloved hands altered through bloodied wrath
Nine ticks on a clock and another heart is bruised
Consumed by the beast
He is hungry for more
Love and hate clash in fists of rage
Darkness lunges at the web
Its cords begin to fray
Jagged teeth try to tear
Within the feeble hope
She cowers into the corner, accepting defeat
But there is a change
The mindful warrior fights back
Protecting the frail flutter
The wounded.
Black retreats into the night
A savior’s job is done
But that is not enough, for the darkness lurks on
The threads must strengthen through knowledge of the unknown
Help must remain
A voice to the voiceless
For if there is no help, there is only pain
Hidden under everyday life
Fluttering through, trying to survive
Until they are overwhelmed
Give hope and stop the suffering
Stop the pain, stop the death
Stop the nightmares.
