Vexed messages soaring from the sharpest of arrows,
Leaving shards of glass in their wake.
In your hunter’s aim, steadfast and unmoving.
*****
When did I transform into a deer?
We must cease this quarrel before it’s too late, I fear.
Your skillfulness is so precise, like a bee to a hive.
You can find me in the stillness of the night.
*****
We are from the same mother’s breast.
Have suffered the same loss,
For the past few years, it has been a mess.
Nothing good comes from being cross.
*****
A battlefield of clouded perception.
Oh, that arrow is shrouded in more than just jagged stone-tipped.
Emotions overflowing with anguish and despair,
Jealousy and anger,
What a frightful scare.
******
Leaping towards safer ground,
For I refuse this deadly game,
No longer willing to be a target
For messages on arrows that
should not carry my name.
This was originally posted on Medium.
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Daphsam
Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.
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Comments (4)
Such a poignant piece. Beautiful 🤍
That was sad and powerful. Well done.
This was so poignant and powerful! Awesome poem!
Beautifully written