TO FLY WITHOUT WINGS

A belt, an angrily raised open hand
and the wicked intent in the closing of her bedroom door
were always followed by a muffled cry of "please daddy, no more."

They are hellish, abusive stains of childhood misfortune
upon her tattered garment of memory lace
caused by a drunken father's sadistic and demented perfection twist
who used hate and legalism as brutality's catalyst
for his vicious and violent broken rule retributions
that hideously scarred a fragile, young cherub's pores of reality.

When in time her beauty and flower of femininity blossomed
she fled the evils of spiritual decay and that temple of torment
becoming homeless and forced out of a desperate need for survival
to sell her body as an erogenous cotton candy
surrendering to the depraved slow dance lusts
of men with cold, lifeless steel for a heart
having been sucked into their harsh and cruel erotic lairs
where romance is a sickness played in perversion's abyss
dragging her, with insides screaming, into its sickening clutches
by the gravity fear of shear existence.

Beyond a world that only judges her as morality's villain
will come the healing season when at last mercy's burnished thread
shall stitch her pains and wounds with a divine forgiving love.

Then she shall soar the lucid beams of a perfect endless sunrise
her inner. pure raiment shining oh so bright as she blissfully learns
to fly without tears.