alien in my own homeland
fumbling over planes and contours
that fingertips once navigated
with no need of a compass
my long-laboring heart
can't birth the words
that need to be released
from these lips that
seek his as
purcival to the grail
knocking at the door to
the other half of my soul
begging admittance
though i hold the key in my hand
treading lightly upon land
that was once my own
rusty tiara glitters no more
in the presence
of that which won't cease to be
strung up
hung
and burmed in effigy
my bodiless spirit
collects the ashes of
the girl that used to be
me
forms from them
the woman that is
me
takes her hand
and teaches her to fly
c. 2003 Brandi N. Rainey
All rights reserved
fumbling over planes and contours
that fingertips once navigated
with no need of a compass
my long-laboring heart
can't birth the words
that need to be released
from these lips that
seek his as
purcival to the grail
knocking at the door to
the other half of my soul
begging admittance
though i hold the key in my hand
treading lightly upon land
that was once my own
rusty tiara glitters no more
in the presence
of that which won't cease to be
strung up
hung
and burmed in effigy
my bodiless spirit
collects the ashes of
the girl that used to be
me
forms from them
the woman that is
me
takes her hand
and teaches her to fly
c. 2003 Brandi N. Rainey
All rights reserved
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