Denial is a heavy misfortune.
Born out of terror,
She drags her feet like branches
Freshly cut from an oak.
Created by the air-a fire blasts her home
drunk with fear, shame, and obligation.
She's a bastard.
Not because of no parental control
But divided.
Encompassed by another world
Where stars don't burn-they move
Churning focused strongly upon empty faces.
Gracious time between movements
She runs faster, longer, and more determined
To be released.
Longing to let go of these feelings
The past holds her like handcuffs against the wind.
Pressure unrelenting, suffocating
It lingers like burnt hairs.
Creating marks on her body.
Wounds.
Opened-over and over again.
She whispers to the air
"Why"
But it can no more answer her
It can't remember the meaning
Or the feelings.
It needs to end.
Lifting her body across the rocks
The barriers,
The stars,
She lifts the weight
and throws it to the sky.