Within
Published in
Dec 22, 2020
Caught amidst worlds, contradicting realities
The gift of vision of truth, the curse of perception
She dances in a world painted by the sun
A mystical place where shadows rest
It’s her face, the sadness it portrays
The million lies she set ablaze
She dies everyday caught in the dichotomy
Between the rambling poet and the quiet marionette
Crazy daisy they would say
Unkempt hair, a beautiful disarray
She is a world on her own
Locked away in a three dimensional prison
A Rorschach test, at a fool’s behest
Take her away, wipe clean her messy slate
She digests what is shoved down, strings that are tugged on
The marionette is called upon
But she still lives, somewhere within.
