Of Stars

Tue, 10/15/2013 - 19:42 -- iamtime


A raw and twisted heart,

beaten from the start.

Bloodied hands grasp at air,

reaching for the memory of what was never there.

Dry and hacking gasps,

tell the story of a still present past.

Then there are the eyes,

 not beaten after so many tries.

A face still resolute,

with fierce courage no evil can pollute.

A soul that will soar,

through pain and darkness ever more.

This is what we are,

we the children of the stars.


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