Resurrection

A life
replete with sorrows,
bleak days,
obsidian morrows
and a vacant face,
misunderstood.

A tired angel,
given to cry.

Soft murmurs,
warm and still,
touches
of a feather quill
and a painted smile
of sandalwood.

Attempts at joy,
fragrant.

Lifted
with the faintest jerk,
a flight of light
across the murk,
and a shriek of mirth,
long withstood.

Blessed me,
resurrected.