Once the Harlequin, she danced

pulled by strings she did not control

 

She tried to dampen rage, not her own

She attempted to silence growls of the beast

 

A false smile belied inescapable tears

She was a leaf flailing in the wind

 

Broken

 

But sometimes those damaged bits meld together

to create something stronger

 

Sometimes something abysmal becomes

a thing of beauty

 

Tenacious

 

Because with every blow delivered by one not contrite

a target gains power

 

Because with every attempt to dampen a spirit

the outcome delivers determination

 

He who strives to be dominant loses jurisdiction

when enough is finally enough

 

The Comet McNaught was discovered the year she left

They burned together across naked skies

 

Both once natives of an icy world

they embraced the fantastical spin of a new journey

 

and marked it with a smoldering kiss

 

photo: Pixabay

 

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