What's the catch?

By cadymae

I am the daughter of a demon
And I found God
In the burnt out remnant of spent middle America.

I spied perfection
Tucked in the crook of bent consonants
And sussing of tongue,
Throating rhythms
Syncopated in flesh

Scars are finger-holes,
fingerprints soundboards
And the screams finally faded
To moans
Which make accidental harmony some days.

Contentment comes framed by lack of pain.

It takes decades to see beauty in innocence
instead of unmarred pre-victim.

You need some chance meeting that doesn't end with a whimper
to know such a thing as kindness is even possible

... demons molt and lose their grip,
And I slipped away

The Light is the cocoon breaking open.

I fly away!

Flying
Unfurling
Feting the sky with my song

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Published on Wednesday, October 26, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "What's the catch?"

On Saturday, May 13, 2017, dwells (4177) wrote:

Striking alternate definitions here of innocence and kindness Cadymae. Perception versus reality, over time and life experiences. Takes an open and hopeful spirit. Here's a hallelujah and a cheer for you my friend. Hoping all is well - Dan
On Wednesday, July 27, 2016, Phalanx (628) wrote:

There's an old saying, if you want to keep a secret, don't tell anybody. I'm breaking that rule because I want to in saying, I still believe, too. A lot of them, us, will take. Do not trust them. There is so, Goddamn much evil in this world. I'm glad you haven't forgotten hope.
On Wednesday, July 27, 2016, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

This is a wonderfully hopeful piece, the line "It takes decades to see beauty in innocence instead of unmarred pre-victim" really drove home your point. Ciao, T/S