A twisted view of all that is supposed to be good, burning it’s memories into the brain forever.
Countering the darkness with a turning away from life’s edges, retreating forever back then.
Hiding the child within, protecting her from everyone standing outside her realm of ingenuity.
No one knowing that she was quickly disappearing from sight as she fell gently into the night.
All the while, holding everything at bay and choosing to accompany self, alone, because it’s better than being made fun of.
Lilting lightly, airily, resting my mind as it travels quietly through my soul, taking me to a land of peace and serenity where only I can dwell for now.
Looking huggable, gently holding a little bird on it’s hidden thorns.Bees buzzing off and on the cones of flowers, pollinating the same.Treasuring within, memories of nature, as I hug an ocotillo with my mind.
Wanting to be heard and thought of, being placed in a myriad of poems, displayed in moments of fame as they are read in leisurely pursuits of learning.
