Seen as scavenger, outcast, or man-eater
Looking for love’s lost, its weak and its frail
Devouring whatever life, might be leftover,
A seers painstaking attention to detail
The wounded, abandoned and unwanted discards
Scoured through the faces of the victims behind
Broken and unable to survive the charges
Longing for souls who are gentle and kind
She befriends the vulture, willing to scavenge
Picking the last, till the bone is made clean
Mending the ones that the world has ravaged
Making them better than they'd ever been
They cling to her side, and wait for her bidding
She is the master and her words they obey
She conquers the enemy with her will and outwitting
Building an army with those left in the fray
Beautiful are the ones, who arise from the ashes
The tales they tell, spur the fires within
Allowing the broken a shot at second chances
Releasing the past and beginning again
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNA4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Rise from the ashes just like a phoenix! Such a powerful poem!
Picked clean, made better, beginning again..., you got this, Kelli!
That's quite an army!
I love the rhythm and flow of your poem. It's very easy to read and listen to.