Innwards

She wants to dance, she wants to fly!

But she can’t she’s afraid she’ll die!

With giggles and chuckles, and a remorseful sigh

She goes from humming a tune, to sobbing a lullaby

She strays from the paths, and wanders the woods

She disguises her features, deep within hoods

Do you know who she is? Do you know what she may feel?

Did you know, she cannot discern fake from real?

For she waltz’s with faeries, in her peculiar little way

Always careful, always hidden, for the sake of the day

Watch her eyes flash, from beneath shadowed satin

Listen to her voice, murmuring in Celtic and Latin

Is she speaking in tongues, or is she uttering prayers

Or is she disclosing the location of secretive lairs

Does she dream of heaven, or does she anticipate hell

Who would know? For none truly know her well.

Why does she hide, and why does she lie

How can she win you, with the bat of her eye

Does your heart go out to her?

Can you feel her pain?

Does she don fur?

Does she feel rain?

 

You will never know, and neither will I

If we never give our banished self, a second try.

Reviews

This is a lovely work. Very touching and full of life's questions, for ourselves and others. Very nice!