Feathers dipped in midnight thought,

Perched upon the brittle edges

Of every lesson pain has taught.

It does not fear the coming storm,

It rides the thunder’s call,

Wings spread wide in broken skies

Refusing still to fall.

It croaks in truths I tried to hide,

In shadows I once ran from,

Pecking at the fragile lies

My quiet heart had spun.

Yet in its dark, obsidian eye

A silver glimmer gleams,

For even ravens guard the light 

That flickers in our dreams.

So let it sit inside my chest,

Let it beat and cry and be,

For strength is born in midnight wings,

And the raven… lives in me.

Written by https://www.threads.com/@joni.ta125

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