CHARM BY BIRU

i am no guardian angel

i am the stone rolled away at the tomb

i am the first drop of rain after the drought

i am the defiant glint in your eye

i am the smirk on your face as you take your last breath

it’s the natural order of things

how could you forget?

you are a flower and flowers must bloom

chin up, let me take care of the rest

if you are the archer, i am your arrow

pull back,

release

cut through the lies spoken to you in bitter tongues

hit the bullseye again and again

try as they might,

they cannot take from you

what they already possess, but are blind to

sapphire and snake venom

nothing to lose