I assure you this is not a political post. This poem was written years ago. Because at some point during our loves, we have all fallen under someone’s spell. And sometimes, that person only shows their true nature after we have given all we can. When we have already bent and broken to suit their whim, their wants beyond needs.
You have the freedom to apply my words to any situation you like. Often, letting go of someone or something that we so deeply believed in requires the very last of our giving. It leaves a hole, a scar, a negative space. It leaves an immeasurable gap in what we believe in and how little we have loved ourselves.
And only then, the healing can begin.
Caught in still frame at the precipice edge
Hovering for an infinitesimal measure of time
Your body wavered between me and the depths
Your spirit clambered for my heart a dug hooks in deep
Reaching with your lies, reaching with your dreams
Bleeding philosophy and wishes into my small, able hands
Your tenuous foothold on happiness and truth
Your slippery tread of delusion and insane warmth
Drawing me in with the sweet wounding of your lips on mine
Opening a gates of flame and trespass with touches
Sly and light as a razor, deliberate like murder
Your self–engorged mythos swallowing my air
Your poison raising my blood
Awakening, my eyes were opened and I saw clear
So clear as the new moon wrapped herself in black velvet clouds
Translucent wings unfolding from your shoulders
Believing you could fly, I loosed my grip
Unhooked my heart, freed myself from that painfully carved dream of you
Because your silver dark wings would carry you
safe over Hell
And for a moment you smiled deep and real
Before illusory wings faded to shadow and rage
As you fell without love or grace or hope
And I could only watch motionless and silent
Pulling your last talon from my flesh.