Poem -

He's my mocking-jay

He's my mocking-jay

The light that peirces the canvas of black in my heart
My friend, my strength, my end, my start
Peace that disorientated my pandemoniumĀ 
My hero, my heart's custodianĀ 
My beacon of hopeĀ 
when depression sinks it's claws into my soul
The Angel that pulled meĀ 
out of my lonesome hole
My freedom and promise of life
My voice of reason when I swear to strife
Ā when my mind betrayed me
You helped me seeĀ 
You showed me how to break free
When confidence eluded meĀ 
You believed in who I could beĀ 
My angel without wings
My Martin Luther king
For the good you've seen in meĀ 
For every beautiful, day when you saw the best in me
With all the joy you've evoked in my soul
And every dark pain that you've stole
For bringing spring to me in May
You my love, are my Mocking-Jay

Written by EdenĀ 
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sparrowsong

Hello Eden...

I am so happy for the you and your angel...

Your beacon of hope...

Brought you out of your sadness...

All the joy that evoked in your soul...

Your angel without wings...

Your Mocking-Jay...

Great write!Ā 

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsongĀ 

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