I shall brave even this storm.
I braved your silence
and found the courage to sing again.
I found rainbow rays
even mid-flight through the rain
of those trouble months when my heart
hung trailing as you looked the other way.
Today, I am stitching new clothes
and sweeping old memories and fragments of half-forgotten lies
and failed promises, a few broken years, and heavy
skies once blue,
into the trashcan of Yesterday with memory-tears
of there and you.
I shall rise again.
The hotter the flame, the higher I fly
fanned by the air sweeping under my wings
in a sky,
all of my own.
Wings you never broke, but made stronger
from waiting, and once hating to fly alone.
I’m carried by my own light now
and I shall brave even this storm.
With no searchlight,
no money and no way out
except up. I’ll not miss the land below,
the wreckage of another dream
I braved your silence, and your dead-end
cold and failing heartbeat night, and empty mind.
I have another quest, another adventure awaits.
And freedom, you know
is what I do best.
And as the rest are consumed by night,
a dawn is breaking and
I am taking