"greaving" poems
I wish I'd fought
Fought for the fort of love
You were my heroine
My heroine made from pure ******
Then you lead me to a maze
A maze made from pure maize
And when you left me I wore my greave
But the greave didn't stop my greaving
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
We were beaten,
we were bleading,
we were greaving,
we hit the ground.
Now we feel this sparkle,
this small sparkle of light
dancing deep inside of us,
raising our hope.
We stand on our feet again,
we wipe away our tears.
The moon cures our wounds,
the stars let us dream again.
Our inner light shines bright,
leading us through our pain.
Surrounded by mystery
we step out of the dark mist.
We're not afraid anymore,
we've already seen the darkness.
We're covered in scars
but they make us proud.
We spread our black wings,
and take ourselves into the air.
We're slowly circling higher,
this is the rise of the fallen.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
A heart's whisper,
Is a mind's cluster,
A drop of yearning,
Is a shade of greaving,
Rippling through the fabric of emotion
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC