Eyes of black that tears have marred
Branded with a single star
She wraps my raven in her cape,
Takes her far, far away
She struggles to fly back to me,
But holds the cape around her wings
Her song she sings, steady and somber
Drowned in the darkness
She welcomes to enfold her
Behind her, a cold hand clutches the cape
That heartless star,
All Hell she'll pay
"She's MY raven!" I scream
And burn the cloak
All ties are broken
And my raven comes home
Author's Notes/Comments:
*For my beloved Raven.
In freshman year, the family of Rachel Scott, the first victim of Columbine, came to speak at my school. They shared their experience and their loss, and they had brought with them a big wooden cross, draped in random tributes and covered in graffiti. They explained that students had given these tributes as a symbolism of letting go of something negative. My friend Holly put two bracelets on the cross, representing two suicide attempts. I had written this poem in jealousy and spite, and I pinned it to the cross, releasing my grudge and repairing a friendship. Holly then scribbled into the wood, "Thank you for bringing my family back together."
If you have something you need to fix, do it today, because you might not have tomorrow.
[Freshman Year]
