Written by: Skye Lochlan
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| Image Added: Randy Sturridge |
She closed her eyes
Brought her safety net into her mind
It went to a white void
It permeated the heavens
Deep ache of cold and isolation
Did not come from the icy corpse of winter
Or any ravenous monster which lived
Only in fairy tales
The ache in the heart came from
Broken pieces that danced
The Dance of the Macrabe continuously
Day after day
With age her soul grew continuously restless
Shards of crushed crystals chafed inside
Hurt unseen
Tears of blood filled her eyes
The wounds were covered with polite conversation
No medicine or fairy godmother laden
With Fairy Dust would not magically put
Back the crushed pieces of her heart
At birth her soul was fashioned perfectly pure
As an untainted crystal
How did it break
Why did it break
She often surmised
It must be amazing and a great gift
To be cherished, nurtured
And tenderly cared for
She had been thrown away
She knew she was no good
Ravaged by time
The illness increased
Hope? She asks
Brought her safety net into her mind
It went to a white void
It permeated the heavens
Deep ache of cold and isolation
Did not come from the icy corpse of winter
Or any ravenous monster which lived
Only in fairy tales
The ache in the heart came from
Broken pieces that danced
The Dance of the Macrabe continuously
Day after day
With age her soul grew continuously restless
Shards of crushed crystals chafed inside
Hurt unseen
Tears of blood filled her eyes
The wounds were covered with polite conversation
No medicine or fairy godmother laden
With Fairy Dust would not magically put
Back the crushed pieces of her heart
At birth her soul was fashioned perfectly pure
As an untainted crystal
How did it break
Why did it break
She often surmised
It must be amazing and a great gift
To be cherished, nurtured
And tenderly cared for
She had been thrown away
She knew she was no good
Ravaged by time
The illness increased
Hope? She asks
Find More of Skye Lochlan's work at: The Creative Soul
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