Cold and icy
Everything she touches turns to stone
Beneath her frail and fragile form
Lies a lump of flesh that's beating
It's beating to the pace of its own drum
It whispers, "This I want and nothing more"
Every step she makes is a step backwards
Lost in time, she forgot to maintain rhyme
Trouble is the visitor knocking at her door
It whispers, "You invite me and nothing more"
Spinning, screaming, running—in her head
She cannot escape the walls she built
It is a maze and she is Alice with her eyes open
Her head's in the clouds and her feet barely above ground
Like a fallen angel, she lost her wings from the damage
The fall from her kingdom hath made her forget
She no longer knows how to rise up and float
Stuck on dry land, she is trying to flee
It whispers, "I'm here to stay and nothing more"
Each moment in real time passes her very eyes
She forgets to breathe, to see, to feel, to know what is real
Fighting with the ace of cards, her heart longs for power
The poor child wants words, numbers and praises to be fed to her
She does not know what will make her stomach full, never satiated
She stares at her food in disgust as she shoves each nail down her throat
She longs for comfort and for love which hath turned their back on her
The beating lump of flesh is slowly decaying beneath her breast
It is not pure with light, but darkened with bruises and scars
These scars will take time to heal and replenish once she is reborn
She will be whole again once she firmly plants herself on land
Like a cherry blossom tree, she will bloom, away from the maze
She will say, " I am more than this and nothing more"
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A Winter Solstice [Poem Collection]
PuisiThis is a poetry collection that reminds me of the dead of winter. It is both cold, bitter yet magical, and breathless.Dive into the snowy breadth of a new beginning.