Elise Windsberry
Young and pure
Still blooming like a precious lilly
There was nothing that could dampen my glow of happiness
A deer frolocking through fields of imagination
Is how I spent my younger days
What a wonderful world it was.
Then a crow flew in on a cloud of darkness
And circled my head
Children laughed
They turned away
So I could live out the rest of my days
Alive
But dead
With a painted smile
Fleeing to the darkness
Where a monster known as ‘anger’ swallowed me whole
And I myself became one with the beast
Who so easily destroyed lives
What a terrifying, monstrous world it was.
My world was turned upside down
At the sight of my
New found passion
Color in my face again
I was now my own
Being
I was no longer the shattered doll
But the puppet master behind it all
My life filled with hilarity and twisted topsy turvy figures
Yet through the splendid, wondrous sheet
There will always be the beast
Waiting to strike
Sneaking up on me like a cat upon its prey
What a strange world it is, when all's said and done.