Army of One
I am the feather
Falling from the brown-speckled Mother Bird
As she escapes the grasp of her chains,
Silent threats embedded in her heart.
I am the dragonfly
Flying through the breeze on a hot summer afternoon,
Dancing to the rhythm of hopeless prayers
Across the map of life.
I am the river
Hidden deep beneath the sands of Time
Whose grains cut like glass,
Spilling the blood of those who suffer.
I am the pearl
Drowning in sacred waters,
Encompassed in a single secret tear,
A life in the depths of darkness.