May 14, 2010
You are a cardinal in the winter,
flittering and flying in a dead world.
Yes, crimson in an ocean of pallor,
your purity remains yet undisturbed.
And so you flit and fly, naïve of the
dangers that lie in your ruby splendor.
For you see, little bird, what you perceive,
to be safety is but a pretender.
For you are different and bright’ning, my dove,
yet the blanched will not have acceptance.
They’ll eat you alive, merciless, my love,
your fatal flaw is what makes your brill’iance.

But when winter melts, and the snow is gone,

they’ll see it was you who thrived all along.

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Clementine said...
Jun. 16, 2010 at 12:43 am
You are an AMAZING poet. I absolutely adore this. It is so deep and meaningful, and you used great description. I am amazed that this did make the magazine, and I am amazed that I'm the first to comment!
hyp0allergenic replied...
Jun. 18, 2010 at 11:02 pm
Wow, thank you so much. That really means a lot. :)
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