Escape...

Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to think through life. I could have a quiet, numbed existence. Someone else could do the living for me. Tell me what decisions to make. Rid me of responsibility. Somebody else’s mind and soul would do the steering for me; I would just be the vessel.

Sigh.

I think I will switch to autopilot for a bit.

The Bubble

POP

Burst my bubble

ECH

Yelled I

WHOOSH

Flowed the emotions

SOB

Cried I

WHACK

Went my best friend

PHOOEY

She scolded

ZOOM

Went my heart for the hundredth time

CRASH

I tumbled, onto my emotional self

SIGH

Groaned my best friend ‘repair yourself’

ZIP

Went my mind- creating a bubble

WATCH OUT

Warned she- stay away from the needle

The Soothsayer

“Spin me a story soothsayer,” said I,

“One with magic, fairies and other such toddler lies”

“Take me on a journey of far far away lands;

And forsee what Fate holds in her hands.”

This doe-eyed young girl wants to hear it all-

About princes in shining armor and Alice’s fall

Tell me about the Lost Children and Peter Pan

Does Captain Hook succeed in his evil plan?

“Oh, Soothsayer;” said I “use your magic eye

Leave me in rapture with your magical lies.”

Laughed the Soothsayer and smiled,

Said he, “Oh my innocent child,

Stories of good and evil I shall spin,

Tell you about giants, dwarfs and other kin;

But remember my child

Don’t be angry when you find out about the lies.”

“Soothsayer, are you there?

I need answers and I am in despair!”

“Will I be pretty, will I be fair?

When will I be rid of these zits and bad hair?”

“Does the boy next door like me?

Ask me to the prom. Will he? Why do my parents embarrass me?”

I wish I were in Neverland

Where are those adventures you promised me?

With enticing words and a wave of your hand.

“Hahaha,” bellowed the Soothsayer

You have but grown into a teenager,

Lost and confused,

Angry and rebellious;

Open your eyes

And magic you shall find.

“Soothsayer, I am disappointed in your lies

Life didn’t turn out the way I hoped it might.”

Struggle and toil

Deception and plans foiled

This wasn’t your prediction,

I am angry that your stories are just fiction

“Where are my promised mystical adventures?

The handsome prince, my savior?

Is this hopelessness what my future really held?

Weren’t you able to correctly foretell?”

The wise Soothsayer replied, “You seem to be in a crisis my grown child,

I had forewarned you not to be angry with the lies;

Your innocence you have lost,

Getting caught up in the game of life at all cost;

Look into your heart, feel with your soul

The magic you will find and you can take control.

“Spin me a story Soothsayer,” said I,

“One with magic, fairies and other such old fashioned lies”

Refresh my memory of the future past;

This misty-eyed old woman wants the magic to last-

The stories of giants and dwarfs and their kin

I was caught up in life and I don’t quite remember the ending

Oh how could I have forgotten these wonderful lies?

After all their truth I did find in my life.

“Oh, Soothsayer,” said I “use your magic eye

Maybe it ends differently this time?

Seasons of The Self

I am a speck of dust in the whirling winds of a tornado,

I am a glob of molten lava from an angry spewing volcano,

I am a drop in the vicious downpour of a thunderstorm,

I am a flame in a roaring fire engulfing all;

I am chaotic and torn.

I am the sole cloud floating lazily in a clear blue sky

I am the petal on a blooming tender orchid

I am the gentle ripple in the placid waters of a lake

I am the musical note in a soothing overture

I am calm and whole.

These are my seasons. My self made symphony.