Retractable Absolutions

Basking in the heat of light,
Raven thought the time was right.
Freedom comes, in ones and twos,
Unknown, she opened the bag of woes.

Steady now, feet off the ground,
Maybe this second time around,
Wings tormented, yet at flight,
Only tempest knew her plight.

Slowly, unattached, wings stretched across,
Time-lines, unawares, were crossed.
Imprints though etched on sand,
Far away, she found a land.

Different this from that before,
Raven thought this time she’d be sure.
No longer believing in attachments,
Raven thought she’d executed detachment.

The truth, like seven inches of pain,
Shards of self esteem, tossed in vain.
Along came the foe disguised as friend,
The mirror jumped to reflect the trend.

The Raven now left alone to admit,
The cage’s accusations deemed fit.
Faithless, The Raven walked back alone,
The cage, in her vision, a comfort zone.