Home is Splintered Gold
A Poem for The Battled Worn
I can remember the embers fading as the faces whispering defilement waned to and fro-
The walls fell in reminiscent of cascades... Pouring upon silent feet.
They denigrated till only dust remained.
And with these vestiges, I built the place where my soul resides.
The weapons used to shape the frame are now the crowns glistening in our midnight sky; as are the scars set to adorn these sound confines.
The home you call safe isn't true for warriors such as me.
I forged my hands to create a place of light.
Mirrors are eyes reflecting only the words we can bear.
Mine is self-splintered gold. I am an authentic tale, nestled beyond beliefs.
Finding peace in chaos is the only home I need.
About the Creator
Valarie King
Hello there, I’m just a simple writer with simple goals... Change the mindsets of our generation that they may have the courage to change the world for the better.
My focus is on on horror, but I also dabble in fantasy, mythology.
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