Image: red shoes by sarinni deviantart
Nothing holds the lament harsh,
too big a wig, too scornful a laugh.
Eroding flesh for her punishing stand,
Nothing worthy in all's command.
Fainting light of her love,
Fist in a pot painted gargoyle.
Breaking isn't what shaping did,
Many compulsions to chose between.
Upon the reclusive wind,
She signed a pact and summoned a dream.
Love lost her heart found,
Not no more in her misery bound,
She stepped out...
Blistering but braver,
Tear drop now evaporating fear.
Her feet dance in joy...
Conchs of time her toy.
Out and away from semblance,
Sore from helplessness,
Weary of suppression.
Out of his misery grasp,
Out into the sun,
Drying her spirit drenched.
Standing out of her creaking shoes.
Light as ever!