queen of wands

We’re all projects and products of fighting apathy.

I’m the pieces of the impact the roaring has had on me:

From best friends, to boyfriends, to loners who try—

Despite my intentions of pure flint and stone—to master me.

You’re a glowing halo bleeding mortal red

From the twists and turns; eternally drained.

Baby, you cannot throw knives and bitter daggers in vain

Of everyone you’ve loved when fatigue is your middle name.

Or, I guess, you could. You could deflect being saved.

But we’re all born with defects and it turns them away.

I’m paying a visit in my mind to every ghost of mine when I’m on the highway;

Your entrance, my exit, his home, her mother’s getaway;

I’m learning everyday to be patient and I hope we all can be, too.

It’s everything I’ve loved and cursed in my life

It’s beckoning me to see the sword for the hilt

My pitfalls are in the cracks in my voice, but

My resilience is in the healing of my word choice.

- M. Rose