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Angel Of The Sounds

Darkness among the light

By Colleen MillsteedPublished 4 months ago 1 min read
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She sings through her troubles,

Gaining perspective with every golden note,

She herds the song’s lyrics,

Different every time to what she originally wrote.


Her pain is shot through with arrows,

Diluted with every sound she hears,

Her darkness, her shadow, dissolving,

As her heart fills and clears.


Her light brightens in front of your eyes,

She glows with love and compassion,

You may not be able to see her forbidden emotions,

As she fades into paleness, her complexion ashen.


Her strength is wielded through her pack,

She leads with hugs and sword,

Never feared, always adored,

Legend spoken as there’s no record.


Her wings gleam on the sunlight,

As she stretches them wide,

Muscles straining,

Not guilty enough to hide.


She has never known betrayal,

As it washes off her skin,

None of the darkness sticks,

Although she loves the moonbeams as the night songs begin.


She no longer adorns above the clouds,

Preferring to dance with the stars,

Not a night leaves this earth,

That you won’t see her smiles and scars.


She’s love personified,

Bleeding heart, silken skin and thunder sighs,

Still she’ll bring you to your knees,

And welcome your mindless cries.


Do her no wrong,

I’ll not forewarn you a second time,

She’ll laugh at your scorn,

But you’ll not be able to scout it as a victimless crime.


She’s tough, she’s molten gold,

Never forgotten,

Missed by blessings,

Yet her dismissiveness is horridly rotten.


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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Cathy holmes4 months ago

    Beautiful piece. Well done

  • This was extremely empowering! I loved it!

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