The Birds

She was a deceptive religion.

She descended from the sky like a giant white dove,

And she doused me in her wings.

She made me feel loved

And told me all kinds of wonderful things.

Like, how special I was

And how it’s us against the world

And how I could kill the pope and she would still love me…

Love and forgiveness were the pillars of this religion,

At least at the start of my incarnation.

But things got darker with each passing year

The time that passed

Revealed a colossal black crow who’s superpower was instilling fear.

She would morph back into the dove every now and then

And then go right back to smiting me with her silver pen.

The pen of power she held over me for so long…

It got to the point where I couldn’t tell which was which:

Was she the gentle dove or the vicious crow?

Decades went by and by the time I reached the top of the mountain

Where I could see things so clearly,

She had already sunk her talons into me.

So I used every bit of strength I had left in me to slip away,

And perhaps even turn invisible….

Yes. I wanted to be invisible so she couldn’t see me.

I let the current of truth pull me under so she couldn’t see me.

I let the water become my barricade where I felt safe

Where she couldn’t reach me.

I let the sea pull me down deep deep deep

Until I was finally

Gone.

And free.

No more was I in a world where she even knew about me.

Because I chose a world where the truth rendered me invisible to the dove turned towering crow

Hoping I wouldn’t let myself be victimized by the charms that fictitiously lit me aglow.