I found myself in the ruins again
a barren landscape, that wasteland of the past
somehow both haunting and familiar
The angel on my shoulder endeavored to find reprieve
as I struggled to breathe, struggled to find the horizon
She stirred stagnant air, beating torn wings with
the honed perfection unending practice brings
My constant companion, albeit sometimes under protest,
she whispered advice knowing I had mastered
the art of ignoring the obvious
My hands traced skeletons of missed opportunities
sending up clouds of dust that stung my eyes
No matter…I knew the path by heart
I walked miles in darkness
And when I awoke, drenched in sweat and shivering,
a kaleidoscope of butterflies danced at my open window
bathed in the perfect glow of sunrise — pink, red, and orange
photo: Pixabay
prompts: WordPress Daily Prompt, #POV prompt, #DrugVerse, #Darklines, First Line Friday, A Year of Poetry
Writing and Reflections 
This is beautiful, especially the end!
Thanks for sharing your words, I really liked your poems.
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Thank you so much!
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Beautiful Michelle. Your word imagery is intense. I can picture this angel Guardian on her shoulder, leading her through the bad times, the darkness and upon awakening from some kind of nightmare the vividness of those butterflies and the sunrise and hope for so much better that day. For the nightmares to remain only nightmares.
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Thanks! All the prompts I gathered that day pointed to this poem. It was finished in my head before I put pen to paper. Love those days!
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Those days are the best. When you’re writing or pecking away at your phone so fast just to get the ideas all down lol. Worked out perfect 💕
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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