I looked at myself through an oracle’s mirror; At the person I was, have become and one day could be…
I saw a little seraph girl with a crooked halo Resting on her devil horns. Her tired heart and brave mind Were curious yet guarded.
That day I saw myself With every scar Every fallen tear Every smile And every milestone. I peaked through my wings And saw the devil They never wanted But the angel for whom I still fought for On the darkest nights And loved on the brightest mornings.
I have become a paragon of imperfections and flaws. Transformed into a tesselation Of loosely sutured calamity weaving Through the complexities of my benevolence.
Beyond myself, I saw the world in its blackened beauty Reflected so wondrously In shades of good and evil And wrong and right And wrapped ever so tightly in adventure.
My golden apple waiting just outside of Eden’s gates.
Shall I take it? And be locked out of my garden forever?
The cherubs will be forlorn, And the demons may even shed a tear, And the hell whose flames I’ve kept so tamed May reach out and dance across the garth.
It has been far too long since I have written or shared any kind of poetry. I worked very ******* this but I want to learn how to improve so criticisms and feedback are always welcome!