Fighting Spirit

Miserable pain
Inflicted within this brain
These thorns piercing
This embodiment of a shell.

This so-called heart
Ripped to pieces
Forgotten reasons
Yet here they are.

Seems so far back
Of these Memories
Of Broken heart
With shattered wings
Too vivid
To let it pass.

Domino’s theory
Heavier as it passes
Yet here I am
Hopeful  of a new light
Leaving this
Hopeless being behind.

Dancing through new horizons
Preparing to fly
Yet stepping
Through new shattered pieces
Left to shatter this fighting spirit.

No
Not any more
Even with bloody soul
And with these pierced soles
Dancing
Elevating
Through night and sun
Even with pain
These wings
Will extend…

And fly
Fly through the sky
With the stars
Shining bright
Like diamonds encrusted
In my armor
My shadow
My long friend and companion…

This little doll

By RR SuperNova

A broken doll
I have at my home
It’s quite old
Yet precious
Unique and bold.

She looks fine
When given a glance.
Her eyes have become unique
Compared to today’s
Doll features at the mall.

One can tell
Her faint smile has passed
Through decades of soaked experiences
As well as bright sunny days.

She seems rough to the touch
Yet she’s soft and fragile
Like any other doll.

There is only one thing
That stings this poor doll
A broken record inside her soul.
She’s not able to express herself.
Only broken words come out as her sound.

I’ve thought of replacing her device
But then again
That would change
Her all.

You see
She’s got the loveliest
Of songs
Unique to her all.

So I’ve decided
To pull out that old rusty disc
Polish it
Fix some of the bumps
And also replace
Some of the broken strings.

It’s a big hassle
But it’s well worth it.
To give some love
To that
Which has been forgotten.

After finishing
Putting everything in place
I wound it up
It was just that perfect place.

I could almost hear the words
“Your faith was strong
But you needed proof”…
I felt the string
Resonating with my heart
It’s true
I have felt like that
I guess it’s my curiosity
Always getting the best of me.
I watched my classic doll
All fixed up
As I was hearing the song
And then
That part
That brings redemption
Into my soul
“There is a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter
Which you heard
The holy or the broken
Hallelujah”…

Just a beautiful song
Coming from my quite
Unique
And lovely doll.

I guess
It’s like advice given
From my grandparents
Who I’ve never known.