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Havran Apr 7
Some scars appear
as immaculate smiles
painted below weary
eyes that know
nothing but to
quietly turn away.

Some scars,
permeating,
turn
the air
in one's
lungs
to sulfur,
spreading
counterfeit
blood
through
the veins
like an
acrid,
festering
poison.
Some scars,
corroding,
leave a heart
surrounded
in rot,
and
a mind
courting
the
seductive
caress
of
endless
oblivion.

Turn back now,
toward that mirror.
Stay foul, rotten
and helplessly hurting.
Some scars heal
in complete surrender.

And I know
how the past
can be
a difficult thing
to forget.
Bruised knees
and
bleeding elbows
were far easier problems
to fix than matters
of
the heart.

But don’t forget
in each somber
embrace of defeat
is your soul
lying in wait,
resting to rise,
your judgment solely
superior yet finite.
Take it slow.
Pain fades overtime.
Scars simply remind.

........
And I wish you had none of it,
but let the marks on your skin
be a testament to
the wild call of adventure in your heart.
Let the heaviness in your chest
tell you that there have been
instances in your life
where you have chosen to be brave;
that sometimes
—when you let the love in—
the hurt also enters,
completely uninvited,
and sometimes it's
the one that stays.
Sometimes we
take the leap,
and sometimes
we don't walk away
from it unscathed,
but that doesn't mean
you are not all the good
that is found in you
—that doesn't mean
you weren't enough;
You are the sum total
of all the things you love
and care about,
and no amount of hurt will ever take that away from you.


You are a constellation of scars born from mysteries and imperfect Ever Afters,
and one incredibly unforgettable journey.
~M.C & D.A.
Havran Dec 2021
From within
the confines
of his
solitary
dwelling,
the Raven
gazes outward
through
barred
windows.
The sky is
but
a
distant
memory
now;
the warden
has him
under lock
and key.
His
wings
have long
since atrophied,
he misses
the sand,
the wind,
the cerulean sea.
Havran Dec 2021
Come sundown,
weary silhouettes
stretch over
autumn
land,
the Crow
watches quietly
perched
high,
still.
Stretches of fields
disappear
underneath
looming
skyscrapers
suddenly;
strange­ crowds
rush over
phantoms of
lush vines.
Her
feathers
have lost
their majesty,
her spirit
listless in
concrete jungles,
waiting for home.
Havran Dec 2021
The passage
of time
has become
meaningless
for
the Raven,
with each
insipid day
melding into
a disorientation
so atrociously
grey.
Through
the pale,
two moonlight orbs
gaze back;
the ebon figure
still as stone,
outside
looking in.
Free. Free.
the Raven
thinks to himself.
Would you kindly?
The Raven croaks.
Please free me.

~
Havran Dec 2021
Faintly wary,
the Crow
comes near,
listens
carefully
to disconcerting
impassioned pleas,
echoing despair
from beyond
deep darkness
so haunting.
Confused,
overwhelmed,
dull wings
suddenly set aflutter
in chorus
with cricket symphonies
and howling winds.
Breathe.
The Crow
reaches out
past bars
to cavernous twilight
painting joined plumes
back to life.
Havran Dec 2021
Wings wide,
Pitch-black,
quivering.
Fly.
Unfettered
at
long
last
under
a nocturne  
expanse,
The Raven soars
higher,
farther,
from the
desolation
of the
broken world
below.
Come with me,
he beckons,
still rising,
to his
unwitting savior.
Let us leave this place behind.

~
Havran Dec 2021
Eyes focused,
fascinated,
glimmering.
Fly?
Unsure
yet
compelled,
towar­d
unexplored
infinite skies
welcoming
in every moonlit
Stygian
feather.
Faraway lights
stop,
grow tinier,
more colorless—
gone.
Is this home?
The Crow
calls quietly
over constellations
winking furtively—
two shadows dancing in chance dreams.
Havran Dec 2021
The Raven turns,
pensive,
to the twin
shadow
traversing
this boundless
star-kissed
welkin.
Moon be my witness,
I am Yours now.

~
Havran Dec 2021
The Crow stares,
spellbound,
savoring fragile promises
embracing
horizons
well into
the
beyond.
Let the Sun rejoice,
I belong with You.

~
Havran Dec 2021
Raven
and Crow,
vows
exchanged
unconditionally.
Luna
and Solus,
celestial
keepers of
their desiderata;
souls
intertwined
for
all
of
time
in the ever-yonder
of Nyx Nightmother's
gentle embrace.
~D.A. & M.C.
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