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Day 6:Poet’s Billow Challenge: Fairytales end
The Prompt for this poem was to take a domestic situation and relate to a surreal vs real scenario. Had a bit of writer’s block today but here we go:
These words
Once ripe-
Bursting for you
Now washed out
Hang limp
Pegged and dry
Ready to fold away
Nothing left to say
Cinderella is home
Her prince has gone astray
As I prepared another load
I recalled the princess and the toad….
Something has to end
It’s past midnight
And sleep remains elusive.
Time keeps ticking, ticking!
You break into a sweat.
What about tomorrow,
And the day after that?
You’ve tried before
To set yourself free,
But you’re tormented
By what you cannot see.
Confusion turns the tides
Of your faltering heart.
Words betray your emotion
In what it has become.
It’s hard to interpret
These immobilising feelings
That are not supposed to be.
Still time keeps ticking, ticking!
The voices inside your head
Grow quarrelsome tonight.
Some say go, others
Tell you not to move,
Each shouting louder
Until you can’t think.
But you alone know:
Something has to end!
It is……
It is a place that I had never been
It is a beauty that I had never seen
It is a value that I had never measured
It is a love that I had never treasured
It was the lesson learnt from my teacher
It was to see the full depth of each feature
It was to go back and search from within
It was to start with loving my own skin
It will be with sadness that I must move on
It will be discerning between right and wrong
It will be time to check against my new reflection
It will be time to stop looking for perfection
It is a time for being strong in my transitions
It is a year to make new binding decisions
It is an awakening from a dream to the real
It is a determining of exactly how I feel
Though the teaching methods were unusual
The student is filled with a sense of renewal
But sometimes the roles were reversed
When the teacher became the student first
The work of a teacher is never done
When one plus one equals one.
Walking down the other side
I’ve walked down the other side
with you,
seen the ghosts that haunt your mind.
You’ve walked down the other side
with me,
holding the mirror to the deep of my soul.
You took me places that no one else
had seen – you took me
places that I had never been.
We soon realised that it wasn’t safe
to be on the other side
Too much exposure and then it was suddenly over.
Once we returned we had to atone
for the pleasures of our sins,
and for letting our emotions creep in.
Was it illusion or a taste of confusion I ask ?
When I reflect
I know that it’s a journey we both had to take.
So starting once again on a fresh slate,
the illusions turned into dreams,
the ones that move through your sleep.
But it’s clear to me that when the light
shines through my window,
Reality’s feet walk in,
filled with giggles and smiles.
But where would we be without dreams?
Surely a world filled with static
if dreams never saw the light of day,
if children were never allowed to play?
But I do know it to be righteously so
that there are some dreams we must let go.
Soul’s transcendence
We trust
Beyond our inhibitions
We believe
Surpassing our illusions
We cry
Regretting our helplessness
We dream
Dismissing our reality
We smile
Remembering our vulnerability
We laugh
Surprising our mystery
We pray
Acclaiming our spirituality
We love
Pursuing soul connections
We rise
Transcending our suffering
We fly
In true and perfect harmony
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