She came into this world
Full of dreams
Fairies in the concrete
Spirits in the bog
Images on the screen encouraged her
Everything around her was alive
Except
For her mother
.
Now that was a strange blip in the equation
She
Her mother
Was dead
.
Well, not really
She walked and talked and stuff
But the light
The light
Was gone
.
There was a hollow
Inside of her
Something even the most powerful wizard
Could not reach
But even this
Became part of the fairy tale
The sleeping dragon, the Dark Witch
For awhile
She made it all
Make sense
.
At decade’s crossing
Theta slowly fading
Suddenly the whole world became grey
The fairies retreated
The spirits, unable to compete
All grew quiet in that magical land
.
As if a veil was lifted…
Or perhaps, applied…
.
And she was left
With the cold reality
Of heaving
Bearing the grief, the suffering, the hopelessness
Of everything around her
Instead
.
It didn’t take long
For the child to grow sleepless
And searching
Yearning
She found a portal
To make it all go away
.
A portal of daring
A portal of transcendence
A portal of rebellion
A portal of
Maybe if I just do this
I will see them
I will feel them again
.
Searching
Yearning
Numbing
Tripping
Starving
Wrathchild
Probing for a portal
Maybe I will see them again
.
This magical child
Born with dreams in her eyes
Searching
Probing
Doing whatever it took
To feel them, again
To be on that edge, again
To pierce into that world, again
To not have to carry, anymore
.
That magical child
She, with a fervor
Aimed
Even
If they said
It would kill her
Letting Go 