Fairytale

sylviasearcher



 

Can’t you see?
You’ve rattled my cage with your kindness
Don’t you know?
I was becoming content with my blindness

 

Don’t talk to me of love and stuff
Don’t open locked door of never enough!

 

Can’t you see?
It is not mine to believe in
Not love, nor beauty, nor truth
So please stop sewing seeds of sweet make-believing

 

Don’t talk to me of love and more
My prison is self chosen and holds no door

 

Can’t you see?
I’m pacing my boards with raised heartbeat
Don’t you know?
That you will watch me die the moment I submit defeat

 

So please hush now with the ache of your words
Don’t stir my bones with poetry unheard

 

Won’t you believe me?
Don’t you know it is true?
My heart was burned to black
Not man-made into blue

 

But never stop whispering into the ashes
Until I am risen and worthy with the dawn of the passes

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2019 03:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: Oh I watched Aladdin and loathed loving it...
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Comments3

  • Neville

    I think your recent sabbatical did you & your muse the world of good. bravo.

    Neville

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks.

      A muse? You know my thoughts on those remain similar to my thoughts on fairytales ....

      • Neville

        I was momentarily confused, please convey my respect to your frontal lobe.

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      • Lorna

        If I read you right you mean manipulated emotions....... but aren't they all!

        • sylviasearcher

          I find it so fascinating to see the interpretation of words.

          I don’t want to spoil what you sensed by giving my interpretation or meaning to it because the wonder of the word is it’s subjectivity.

          Thanks for pondering this one 😊

        • Michael Edwards

          I can read much into this but the overall message, for me at least, is I'll make my decisions when and if I am ready - don't try to control me. Am I near the mark?

          • sylviasearcher

            Ooh I wouldn’t want to break the magic that happens between writing and reading and impose my intentions on your imagination.

            Thanks for reading much... 😊

            • Michael Edwards

              The response I give when people try to interpret my abstracts - thanks Sylvia.

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