Let me go.
Please let me go.
Your iron clad thorns have struck too deep
and I'm struggling to free myself from captivity.
Have mercy.
I can't fix you.
For every time you bleed, I can't purge you of your feverish nightmares.
I cannot make night into day-your faith is misplaced in me.
My hands aren't made of steel,
I'm not whimsical, your fairy godmother donned in worn purple converse and a knitted granny jumper.
I've got more weaknesses than an Achilles heel.
Don't make me indestructible as I will fall,
and fall I will and you make the choice whether you add your chain to my link or cut your loses before you rust.
So let me go.
Let me go.

I know I don't tell you enough, that you sustain me
and allow me to breathe.
You are my shepherds warning and the peck on my cheek goodnight.
Your the heartening wholesome warmth at the rear of my mind.
Your arms are a welcoming sunrise after the night is endless,
and an immortal nightmare has descended.
I take you for granted like my drawn breath,
In the same way I know one second without you would result, in instant death.
You let me put my head on your shoulder,
when sticky shadows engrave themselves like tattoos on my skin
and leave a trail to follow that is the ugly stench of my sin.
I am forever indebted to you, for your constant stream of faith
Even when the firmest believers, suitcases in hand wordlessly have fled the state.
I offer you my little words of gratitude, though I know it will never be enough
to the love that you've  bestowed on me.
The love I did not earn yet you gave, as you picked me up and dusted me down and sent me out to believe.

Hesitation enveloped me in bubble wrap,
My every word was watched in case it led to a trap.
You were in a cell I couldn't and still can't understand,
I reached for you but I was bitten
by two midnight hounds by your sides.
My faith you earned and so it was given,
from golden memories over time.
How I longed to storm the barricades,
and surface you up to the world of air.
Hammer in hand, break you out of reverie your frozen cave,
That embitters your veins and hardens you like sandstone not to care.
Will you forever stay a Princess locked in your own palace?
Letting armies of thorns cascade from pillar to post,
and draw blood from with that defensive line of malice.
I know you as more than this, than a wisp, than this ghost.
Meant to leave more on this canvas than a hand print my dear.
A full scale portrait is more suited,
But you've become what you once so venomously despised and held in fear ,
Any whisper of a conscience muted.
"Do  you love me?", you whisper,
And I - most certainly do,
But the more you demand it of me
The more it becomes less true.
So take away your armour and lay it for aside for me.
So I know behind it all you are alive and I was right to believe.

Even after all is said and done.
The war paint scrubbed off.
Family emblems desecrated into ashes.
What remains of us?
Simmering brass pots over roaring fires now calmed,
Seamless transitions from the fire of life to watery depths.
Scars that will never fade and marks that can't be erased.
No paint thick enough to cover up the pain.
We'll never know the stain, we leave on the earth.
That we might leave our blackberry juices seep into every corner.
It's easy to do,because we'll never know the hurt.
"PEACE" ,the seagulls scream, from one ocean to the next,
but we know better than to pray in vein.
For through white washed shutters we will see,
What we've left behind in our penultimate ******* heap.
Is this to be my friends, is this to be our legacy?

My love for you was boundless, it stretched from each corner of the earth.
I was blind to your faults, my angel with sapphire eyes.
A faithful minstrel singing praises of your worth,
Sworn fealty to you and I swore never to defy.

Yet your innocence was crumbling, left broken in your hands.
Happily I stood loyal by your side.
While I became less of an equal and more of a soldier to command.
Your valour slowly fading, now nothing to you was denied.

Suspicion took root in your once trusting nature.
Selfishness gained momentum
And swooped down in one quick gesture.
We your friends a corrupted sanctum.

But no matter how we sewn you up like a patchwork dress,
You lashed out with words like daggers drawing blood.
The seams came undone, the buttons flying under stress.
The more you withdrew, the callousness arrived in a flood.

Your fall from grace was longer than most
Up so high you must have touched  heaven.
But when you let life spear you and let the poison spread
I realised afterall you are a person. Just a person.

I gazed at the world in black and white,
Always assumed I could tell wrong from right.
I could not have guessed what would change it,would be crazy messy
thing called life
How could there be a "misunderstood"?
Wasn't it one scale bad and on the other good?
I could not have imagined the blood stained knife being far from
clean as it should.
It's all grey,vast paint stroked grey covering the earth to the sky.
The light and the dark colliding to form who we are and all we feel inside.
I'll take my rose tinted glasses off and leave them by the bed and embrace a grey that surrounds us all to white and black I say Goodbye.

A light, like a faint glow
Flickers on with ever steady beat.
Unyielding though the wind threatens,
To end all with a single blow.

Scenes change, now on different template,
The same voices but foreign tongues.
Yet it stays alight, a bright spot
Despite frozen fingers, eager to end its fate.

Years pass, hundreds of arms
Surround the glow and it dims but never fades.
And in its neglect, in its shadows,
Locked away it stays,

A low-lit burn that distinguishes,
This place from the nameless cities and towns.
From when you first opened your eyes
Until you stepped on a white-wingéd falcon
And your feet touched alien ground.

You'll nest and make your own home now,
Different but familiar birds will sing.
Yet always a candle in your heart, never forgetting
Where you came from, where you first got your wings.