Creature of My Mind

Walking through the woods,
I stumbled upon my reflection.
I saw it laying motionless,
Just a little out of my reach.

It didn't look anyhting like me.
The creature seemed dead,
As far as I could tell.

She was beautiful,
Yet I was repulsed by her.
Two wings, I spotted, on her back;
One white, the other, black.

The feathered, tattered wings,
Made me shiver, as I came to realize,
They were colored with flesh and blood.

Poor little creature, I thought.

Suddenly she moved,
Rising from the dark green grass,
She wept, I saw.

Curiousity of her whole being,
Was what kept me from tears.
But fear was the feeling,
Keeping me still.

She smiled at me, I noticed.
And with broken wings she flew.
And with broken wings she fell.

I admired the sight.
This beautiful sight, as painful as it was.
And she rose and flew and fell again.

Broken, tattered and frayed.
She rose, and flew, and fell.
I rose, and flew, and fell.

Defeated once again.
 

Reviews

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Outstanding imaginary, powerful figures and spectacular poetic structure. This brought back some very intense emotions and memories of my own. Fantastic, nothing to add, at least after the first two reads, and nothing to subtract. Your emotions ticked into my head and set down for the night, this poem shows strength, belief and consequences of devastating events at once. Silent running and passionate gaze at the moon, wings still are trying to move, nothing to lose, though no one has promised that there is a persistent hope. Only you and your reason of mind.