the lament of the righteously wronged
The poisoned dart struck
Into the dark heart of my fear
The one I kept hidden
Lest it be proved true
The vulnerability of love is such
That it doesn’t take much
To change it to hate
I fight to avert that fate
I must trust the power of tears
Brains and blind faith
To unbind from its cage
My righteously wronged rage
When the bars that prison me
Have burst into flame
Let me be true to my name
Fly into a new life
Reborn
Shorn of illusion
Pruned of pretence
Ready to dance