Altitude

Plucked from the falling stars,
she rose above heaven.
She rose beyond
what is real on the Earth.
She was able to see
with her own eyes
all of the deceit
given to her
by friendly foes,
and all of the discrepancies
her loved ones were
born with.
She chose to love them anyway.

Maybe they could appreciate
her friendship,
her beauty,
her artistry,
if she chose the road
that rose in altitude.
Ah, but the air it thinned,
Ah, her bleeding heart they skinned,
and tossed her out
to feel the bitterness of
a cold deceptive hand.
She felt it.
Over and over again...
and still chose the road
that rose in altitude.