Whitebird
D. Morningstar
Where can I send this dove in my heart?
He’s bloodied and battered
Yet, still has that spark
That spark that warns of a flood
That spark that beckons for blood
Yet, I love his tragedy so much
I let out this dove when I feel that I must
When I know he won’t hurt me
When no one is close and the silence is burning
When I’m alone in my room and my body is filthy
When the room has a silence, yet I’m thrashing and screaming
When I’m hellbent and furious and no one comes near me
Because if I let him out again
When I’m open and free and allowing light in
He will be bloodied and slain and lied to by friends
He will be plucked out of the sky and hit by the rain His wings will be heavy and he will return where I lay To bring me bad news again on that day