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Handfasted Lass
Contributed by
jaeann
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Wednesday, 14th October 2009 @ 03:50:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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She's fallen down from the wall into
the chasm of some distorted
hollow maze....
Losing track of all her distracting
mixed up days...
Confused and questioning this painfully
frustrating end-of-an-era
phase....
Reaching for something or someone
to help her lift the
foggy blue haze...
They're all pointing fingers and
labeling her white knuckled
craze....
Denying her requests for sustenance
or supporting her need to
graze....
Futility replaced her will as they
blame her for their
losing their own ways....
Guilt-ridden and panic-stricken for
her inability to create her own
epiphany to raise....
She's trapped in the darkened forest
circling the swamps in some kind of
befuddled daze...
Weakened by the twisted hands of fate
as they continuously dole out their
absent-balloted nays....
The stone wall on the landward
side of her isle has shut her off
from the bridge that crosses to her
bay....
She pensively sits and rocks if only to bide
her time until the queen inside her heart
can calm her rage.....
She wants to feel once more the peace
wash over her as she sinks her feet into the sands
of her healing shores and warmly soaks
under the forgiveness of the western
rays.....
She's only seeking courage to no longer run and flee her
land...to just repair herself
before another takes ...for she's barely
existing....being the sole survivor
who pays....
Somewhere in the future there's
a time when the pixie finds her wings
and the siren has her esteem...the
princess released from her dungeon and
her kingdom grandly restored...wouldn't then
her shining knight be so amazed...
Until then, her quest is the collection
of all the old destructive parchments and creeds
throw them across the river and
set them all ablaze.....
Will she be able to ever trust the
daylight and emerge from the
floor upon her forest or breaking her
chains of intentional deprecation...grasping
for the chance to finally turn her
story's page....
Will she eventually discover the way to her
own heart's home...able to
release her grip from the dragon's steel
with no more wars to rage....
Can she accept the manna she needs and choose
her destined path thus
completing her journey and earning
her laurel of sage....
For now she's struggling for
her freedom with the keys just out of
reach....she batters herself repeatedly
just to vanquish her demons that rattle
her cage....
She begs you to tread softly through the underbrush
as you search to show her the light
for the crushing sounds of her minds'
demise is getting harder to
gage...
She urges you to come swiftly before the falling
of the snow for once the ice
blankets her canopy of seclusion
she'll not find her way to the
stage....
The winds of chill come quickly now as they seep
into her bones ....her soul cracks and her heart crumbles
from the pressure of the constant
crave....
Weeping and spent she collapses
to the floor of her prison...the veiled
threats from her minds' evil have caused
her glow to finally fade.....
Invulnerable nor expendable this lass
has not the security of her forest
as the bitterness of the season envelops her
'til the thaw of spring
lifts the shade....
The eagle cries above the
trees as the owl owns the forests'
darkness....leaving the wolves to howl at
the moon for their loss of the fair maid....
Rising from his caverns of heat
the dragon waits quietly near her place
of slumber...ever present to protect her from any
opposer's raids....
Copyright ©
jaeann
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2009-10-14 15:50:26]
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Re: Handfasted Lass
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by lovingcritters on
Wednesday, 21st October 2009 @ 12:12:24 PM AEST
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Dear Fallen Friend,
My heart embraces your saddness, for I too have fallen from the wall. I'm so happy you are staying down for the count. Feel it dear, analyze it dear, don't let it allude you dear.........and keep writing dear.........go through it, and never forget how it affects you clear to the depths of your soul............if only you will do this..............the toxic wastes of your very being will be cleansed, and you will rise from the dust............all new again!
Warm love,
Momconsue..................
Magnificent write!!!!! |
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