The Black Swan Poem by AngelLucianna Vesna

I had been the Black Swan...
The Beautiful and the most brilliant one..
And now they want to turn me into White? !
Perhaps not so White really/ exactly,
nor defiantly not Black the shinning Knight.

It is to be that nothingness, tone right down to be almost invisible..
A hue to blend with the other worldly inhabitants..be just like them, living by a pattern of...eat/sleep/ do, eat/sleep/ do...
Continuously...un-change...and almost always the same...

Like a grain of sand laying low in the bottom of the raging sea, and do nothing and miserly accepting the painful normalities.

But my Maker did not make me like so!
And He truly told me that is not – not ever like so...
Is hard to fight this fight, to be conform is just not right.

My soul is confined now and I am crying loud, and my mind does not comprehend what is all these fuss about? !
Why can’t I be just be I, and riding high and low with the raging sea...
Me..Soaring high with the eagles, towering high almost reaching the most wholesome heavenly secret place..

It is simply frustrating when you can’t stay true, it is so so crude.
My heart ache and I feel no more, who is this person I know no more?

I wish as days past pieces of me will come back,
But perhaps..it will not be in the 'one' piece' ever again.

Me-Writing this- as the Grey Goose