The Chosen
How fragile everything is
A spirit invaded her body
A weaver of confusion and chaos
Pursuing the impossible
We had died in an ancient ritual
In a different time
Bound by the cruelty of the act
We relive the pain to survive
Your blood drawn by their claws
Is for the shadows
Banishing the unclean
She steps into the fire
Sacrificing herself to save you
She burns as a symbol of hope
Opening a portal from the past
You walk through
The spirit of chaos and confusion
Indulging in your presence once more
Nobody knows….. Why
Mortal wounds bleed
We do not speak of it
We almost don’t remember it
In her sleep she knows death is before dawn
She shreds her flesh so you can be immortal
We do not speak of it
Nobody knows…. Why
Mortal wounds bleed
Except….
The Chosen Few
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Sinead Mcguigan, a poet and psychology graduate from University College Dublin Ireland writes poetry that explores the human condition and the deepest emotions connected to experience. Sinead wrote her first solo collection A Gift and a Curse while recovering from cancer; her new book Unbound is also available on Amazon. Sinead’s main interests are travel concerts and art. She often collaborates with artists and has appeared alongside their work in many publications. The latest poem picked by poet laureate James Morehead to be featured on his podcast and magazine Viewless Wings. You can read more of her poetry on Instagram/Facebook @sineadmcgpoetry