Your eyes are dark flashing blades of anger
Pure glints break from them
These twin daggers whistle through the air
The whoosh of rapid movement quickening now
Need to let yourself purge your soul
Of the deepest hurt and pain
Silver light shoots forth from darkened depths
A quest for truth and justice
In a life not yet understood or queried
Until the day
You stopped and took stock of what you saw
Weighed,  measured the whole picture
Picking apart the elements
Conclusions now being drawn for future reference
The purpose not yet clear
It will be in time
When you have learned to accept what you cannot change
To channel your angry spirit
And stay back from the spin on every story
A Web you can extricate yourself from
Guilt that will stop working on you
For you will free yourself when you know it’s time
To start your own new story
I will be there do not fear,  my child
The time must be yours not mine to choose
I try to wait quietly by the sidelines
What you see must be your sight not my tint
For your truth is yours alone
I shall remain your support and crutch
Lean when you want to

Ailsa