She Was The Final Destination For The Lost, Unkept Souls Of Her World
She had quite the collection
She wandered the countryside in the hours between dusk and dawn
She was on a mission, as she searched high and low, consistently,
Looking to add to her current collection of surly, lost and unkept souls
She was not deterred when they put up a fight, searching persistently.
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She housed these homeless souls within the walls of her bloody heart
Where she also stored her collection of forgotten and unspoken dreams,
Her heart would swell with the added additions, fulfilled and content
She’d no consideration, for the fact her heart was bulging at the seams.
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After traipsing of the hillside, her collection complete, she’d dance
Undressing as she moved, so she could skinny dip in the moonlight,
Recharging her power, restoring her energy, refilling her breasts
Of the moon’s praise, the stars laughter and fireflies of the night.
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I often watched in sadness and despair, as her loved ones carved deep
Highlighting their secret names, to ensure her constant source of pain,
Her belly, her breast and her thighs all bore the devastating red marks
She would smile as she ran her fingers over the scars again and again.
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She wore these deeply scarred tattoos with pride, loving every single one
And as I watched, I swear I heard her mutter to herself, with a long sigh,
“It will take more than a few lost, unkept souls with their unspoken dreams
To break this beast, with their permanent scars, tattoos and cruel lies.”
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She may smile while suffering this pain, but I could not help but mourn
My tears streamed like the clouds weep, at the parched earth’s loud call,
My heart breaking on her behalf, as she fails to recognise her strength
I finally understand how wings were torn from angels, when they fall.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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