the girl in white

the girl in white

flowers in hand

praising sanity

praising that man

a dandelion darling

always tries to see the light

brags about redemption

in the steeple's eyes

but then something better

a chance to be known

a recognition calling

a new kind of throne

and then the snakes

in calvary

replace those sparks

with crosses burning

then in those eyes

the devil's flare

you'll see soon

how deep they stare

but the snakes wrap around her

and they come from within

a tangible silence

a new kind of woman

the lies from the past

the truths from inside

a spectacular feeling

an emotional suicide

maybe her head aches

shouldn't have relied on

those bumper sticker truths

that now act as a synagogue

so there in the dirt

her heads stick askew

one for the priest

and one for you

and in the ground

is where she'll lay

no resurrection

no third day

so where is she?

apart from flesh

a modified rhythm

a dream to catch?

alas we see her

again in all white

catching the moon

catching its light

not a ghost not a spirit

no poltergeist

but a figure standing tall

alone in the night

she weeps in darkness

a veil hides her face

she watched her funeral

from that distance space

a realm beyond ours

split in half then again

and yet they still see her

a feat that comes from within

and what does she say

when the lies stack against?

she says, "be still child,

for i've been born again."

Author's Note

sorry this is so long. feedback is appreciated cause clearly I have no clue what I'm doing.