Poison control for the soul....
THE PLANK
As I stand high on a wooden plank
And stare at my life, a complicated sea
Though I’ve been illustrated & gracefully blank
These turbulences stare back at me...
I wonder was it worth the ride
Worth all the tomorrows, yesterdays & years
To watch them wash with the tide
Of my ever-flowing tears...
A queen, though not of royalty
A monarch, only in art
A truth, besieged with loyalty
Necessary for my heart...
Apologetic, if I’ve wronged
Selfless to a fault
Happiness, what I’ve longed
Behind stone, cage & vault...
The key possessed; pristine & pearled
I thought its magic a wonder
It rarely unlocks the doors to this world
Or keeps the tide from pulling under...
So I stand high on a plank of wood
And stare at my soul, a turbulent sea
Though black n bruised, or goddess good
The waves give birth to a new me...
Christiana 2007/2008
As I stand high on a wooden plank
And stare at my life, a complicated sea
Though I’ve been illustrated & gracefully blank
These turbulences stare back at me...
I wonder was it worth the ride
Worth all the tomorrows, yesterdays & years
To watch them wash with the tide
Of my ever-flowing tears...
A queen, though not of royalty
A monarch, only in art
A truth, besieged with loyalty
Necessary for my heart...
Apologetic, if I’ve wronged
Selfless to a fault
Happiness, what I’ve longed
Behind stone, cage & vault...
The key possessed; pristine & pearled
I thought its magic a wonder
It rarely unlocks the doors to this world
Or keeps the tide from pulling under...
So I stand high on a plank of wood
And stare at my soul, a turbulent sea
Though black n bruised, or goddess good
The waves give birth to a new me...
Christiana 2007/2008