The Battered Angel: Poetry

I am the figurine,
the silent dancer in the dark
I lift my feet with silent grace
both beautiful and stark
I am the in-between,
the once undefined ruse
I vacillate and hesitate
from the siren to the muse
I am the evergreen
of unrepentant stance
indifferent to the ways and whims
of destiny and chance
And I am the battered Angel
hoping to the last
that one day love with heal me
from the fragments of my past.

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