Dark angel

A view from the highest point,
secluded,
denying her exclusivity.

Now one of them -
never one of them,
taking on the world she broke into:
that she let them all into.

As she sits there
so silently,
what is she thinking?
Is she forgetting?
Is she remembering?
Is she falling?

That sad look on her face
with that hint of familiarity,
the one where she knows everything
yet can't speak a thing.

A world so dark and gloomy,
unrealised by normal eyes -
the innocent,
the guilty.
The pain of it all...
Why does she even bother?

She has lost so much,
so much has been given up on
for fear her world would break.
Love, happiness, life.
A risk she couldn't take.

Surrounded by bodies:
the breathing, breathless and hunted.

This lonely soul,
a warrior,
a man-made soldier,
she has to hide
from what nobody knows,
and will fear if they ever knew.

She isn't heavy -
she just can't break free...