To Breathe a Life Anew
Summary: A poem from Logan's point of view as he accepts his memories and his place at Xavier's School for the Gifted.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the words on the page.
A/N: Again, I can't write poetry. And again, I was inspired (by Edgar Alan Poe).
Decades past, day by day, with not a thought
Of recollection; nor a past brought
From deep within; nor a dying umbra
In the crypt of an astray aura.
From this day forth I will be seeking
My lost life; I will be keeping
The soul with which I could not live;
And all I love, I could not give,
To hunt the distant memory
That lies hidden within every
Crevice of a mind now late
And ill of a begotten fate.
Then, through the mist, in the mourn
A hazy thought, a memory drawn
From silent recess in the depths
Of a mind now lain to quiet rest.
A distant horror which binds me still,
Which fetters me to another's will,
Which keeps me tethered to a place,
To a man of a separate race,
To that which I cannot bear
In the darkness of an empty lair.
Yet still I live a life
No longer penned by foulest strife,
As it clawed for the answer which,
When given, cried a tear drop rich
With laborious sorrow I
n the morning dew of morrow.
But from the stormy life forsworn,
Wise advice once given took form,
A mind cannot be easily read
As though nothing but a book, you said,
And so, with that in mind, I return
And find that despite secrets learned
The horrors will pass, and I may exert
That which, at last, can now be cert
Has returned to me, a home that
An animal may finally cast
Away the haunted, spectral ruse
Of a savage in my view.