You break down all my defences
I don’t know how you do that
or is it that I let you?
Emotion gathers like high tide
surging over all barriers
flooding my face with
that mingle with the rain
as I pour out a deluge
of the forbidden
and the unknowable,
the secret festering truths
that stop my breath,
drowning, heaving, gasping,
I look to the rushing clouds
and for a moment I see
that high beyond the storm
the sky is blue.
(Image from Pixabay)
sometimes emotions are elusive
like trying to catch a butterfly
each time you get close
it flies ahead
just out of reach.
I don’t know what happened
I had a perfect day filled
with soft light and golden grasses
whispering in the wind
and then I woke crying
I cannot stop the tears
I am sad and
or being loved
but I cannot hold it
in my hand
to see what it is
this beautiful pain.
Every baby is born with the potential to fly.
The world of faerie is very close by.
Children as they grow begin to doubt
their world fills with earthly facts to find out.
But this little girl was growing her wings
at night in her dreams she danced faerie rings
at school she always had her head in a book
reading magical stories, the teacher’s head shook
Although all the adults around her despaired
and muttered that she would grow up impaired
the faerie child just smiled and flew
she was doing what she wanted to do.
But faerie children living an earthly life
are often singled out for conflict and strife
Grown men have need to own and possess
that which is different, they found her address
And in the dead of night they came to her door
they took her free spirit and still wanted more
so they ripped her gossamer wings from her back
and stuffed them all crumpled into a sack
The faerie lay broken, the magic was gone
she didn’t want to carry on
better to die than live in such pain
never to fly in freedom again
The broken faerie grew up in sadness
inside her head her secret madness
All her dreams had been taken, there was nothing left
but a consuming anger for the long ago theft
Long years went by in isolation
She felt only longing and frustration
The world called her crazy and locked her away
they fed her on pills, she had to obey.
A therapist gave her a camera one day
when words had failed to help her convey
the height of her longing, the depths of despair
and how she didn’t belong anywhere
She looked into bushes and up into trees
at buds and berries and fluttering leaves
and there was the faerie world she had once known
all the beautiful places as a child she had flown.
She has a place in the world now, her pictures are sought
and she glows with pleasure each time they are bought
and on the inside she embraces a child
who was once part faerie, so free and so wild.