The trumpeting herald

Trumpet Swan

Trumpet Swan

I drew my face of happiness upon my colored mask

I hobbled down two decades of steps that led into my past

I touched the ground at mother’s knee with my wings reborn

Straight from devil’s flaming pit stabbed forward by his horns

But I arrived with soul intact despite the battle fought

For I was embraced in cherished state, learning as I taught

With patient hands on comforting arms, I heralded the news

There are always both sides of the story that always comes in twos.

The fading mask falls to the floor in porcelain jags and breaks

To see my own reflected back challenging age old fates

Have I truly conquered the demons that once hunted me down?

Have I earned my place once again in this familiar alien town?

What will be the price I’ll pay for rebuilding from my past?

Will it be worth rejecting anything that ain’t kick-ass?

I know who I am now but I’m curious to see

if the world to where I physically birthed, is ready to meet the real me.

6 comments on “The trumpeting herald

  1. JoelF says:

    BEAUTIFUL! Uppercase with exclamation. What more can i say?

  2. (Miss) Marge Swenson says:

    Rely on the strength you already have. Be real. Be love. Be You.

  3. Love and Luck to You Girlfriend ❤ BB

  4. Tracy says:

    Love and Luck to You ❤ BB

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