A Winter Solstice [Poem Collection]

XI. Appetence

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"