Poem: Many Masks

[aerilex]

A:N:  A poem that I started that wrote itself and that is working its way into a Jen/Misha ficlet.  Just wanted to share it and see what everyone thought!

You find yourself trapped and tethered,

bound by these traitor’s hands and held,

still and aching, pulse racing in rhythm

with the pain as it demands.

 

The feeling fills you to bursting,

heart aflutter as that of the bird

caught and flailing against the

walls that capture it.

 

Yet to yield is to perish, so

you never relinquish what is yours,

this creature of many faces

that you cling to and cower behind.

 

Your only solace, the only peace

that exists in this sphere of intolerance

rests within the temple of his forbidden flesh;

the jewel-bright storm of his eyes.

 

In him, you lose yourself

and though your smile bends

beneath the weight of him,

you do not fracture, and he never sees.

 

He, your Adonis, silent and still

staring through the torrents as

you chase the rivulets

that wash over his alabaster skin.

 

But stolen moments of safety and comfort

are treasures hidden deep within the map of him;

and they remain in your shadows,

the evidence of your shame.

 

It is truth unbecoming of him,

a final proof that though you are in ruins,

shattered in his path, still he is beyond

your barriers of poison and decay.

 

So you remain in this wasteland

withering away to ash and dust.

And you throw yourself on their gilded swords;

their words become instruments for your punishment.

 

No matter how large the hurt,

no matter how great the pain,

everything can be hidden under

the right combination of masks.

 

And it is marked,

your passion overflowing until

you discover the world you inhabit

is but my reflection.