Scare crow...

“Scars are not injuries, Tanner Sack. A scar is a healing. After an injury, a scar is what makes you whole.” ― China Miéville, The Scar

Just one step down is needed,
one step away from my cross
into the sordid ground,
the fall that comes after my hands' release
the earth that laughs, that mocks, that marks the place
of my grounding, of the kneeling

A tree would feed on this ground
that drains my soul, but I'm no tree
I'm an empty shell of who I was,
a wounded soldier, a knight of straw,
a king of the realm of nothing
a warrior whose hands
have been the shield
and thus I've crucified myself

The choking hands of solitude
and desperation always by its side
caress my lips, claw at my face
to own my life and soul forever

But hear me, nothingness
hear the echo of my howl
I drink my tears
I never lose
I don't give up
I spread my wings of bone
and arm myself again
as Icarus returned


Lesson learned: Let your tears be the water that will feed your roots so that you may grow stronger every time.