guardian_

Today I decided to dye my hair again since it's been ages. I've kept my hair short for the past few years, but the past few months i've let it get longer.



I like how it looks now since I was pretty bored with my old hair. I also found an old poem and I can't remember if i've posted it on here or not so i'll post it today. I wrote it about events that had passed and all the emotions that were going on while it happened. It's called Miracle.

the day we met your name was stuck on my lips.
the world grew blank, nothing else could exist.
but your eyes in the light of a dark nights moon
Left this hardened shell melted, I wasn't immune.

With the voice of an angel you spoke of your tale.
For you kept a dark secret within a vessel so frail.
Mistreated by a man from whom you run and hide.
Now you sought out a shoulder on which to finally confide.

I pulled you in close, pressed your cheek to my chest.
Whispered to start, with me please confess.
She spoke of her journey and my heart grew weak.
She ran out for saftey, but not hers she did seek.
Inside her was a life that had began to grow.
She drew my hand to her stomach as if to show.

From that moment forth I knew what to do.
I became the guardian for one who carried two.
Our moments together were simple and pure.
Neither man nor woman again felt unsure.

Those moments of bliss soon came to an end.
For the man she was hiding from came barging right in.
A beast with a blade struck her frame to the ground.
Crimsion now flowing because of the devilish hound.

He looked on to me with malevolent eyes.
Spoke out swiftly, now you pick who dies.
Either woman or child you can not keep both.
He howled in the night while clenching her throat.

I looked on with horror as my eyes filled with tears.
For his blade swept her skin like a thousand sharp spears.
I called out to him take my life in her place.
If only that could satisfy the cold smirk on his face.

Again and again the blade sank into skin.
Now filled with pure rage something was born within.
In the blink of an eye he was sprawled on the floor.
The vessel once in control didn't move anymore.

Now my eyes drifted to the blood on the floor.
The girl I held close was balled up by the door.
Silently weeping as her head did arise,
She had a smile on her face to my surprise.

She motioned for me to come in close.
Then took hold my hand and began to boast.
Through all of the pain and all of the crime,
both babies were kicking, all 3 had survived.