Small Boy Fear

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I stand here and watch as you destroy your world for no good reason.

A caustic cackle splinters the hopeless pause before you launch your fist into the door.

 

You don’t want this deep down but it is all that you know and it keeps you safe.

Ensnared by fear. Diminished by shame. Burdened by doubt.

 

You resist the unclipping of your wings, as that would lead you to discoveries about yourself

That might bust the myths you thirstily imbibe about who you really are.

For then you would realise that your own reality has been a lie:

A well crafted work of elaborate self-deceit.

 

As I shine my light towards you

Your demons laugh in my face

And that makes my light burn brighter and stronger.

 

But like a startled animal

You run back underground,

Hiding once more from the truth of yourself

And the pain of being loved.

 

Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2019 

The Shadow

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Impossible circles etched out on my heart

You are the toddler with the ballpoint pen

And I am the rice paper

Stoically I sit here in the dark

For I have no energy left to run

And no-one to turn on the light for me

So you loom large

But I know you from old

So I hold out my hand

And we wallow in this strangeness together

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Tumbleweed

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Tumbleweed buries into her deepest consciousness

Strangling all sweet serenity with a sneering sadism

Penetrating all parts that were portals to the hearts of others

And infusing them with a melancholic madness

 

The vines coil round, constricting ideas and thoughts

Suffocating simmering suggestions of surrender

Savaging Humour as though it were a lamb

Gambolling carelessly into the path of a rabid beast

 

Tight tendrils of torment catalyse the once-calm sea into an ocean of chaotic craziness

Flagellating her with the ferocity of a fairy tale ogre……..

But this fairy tale does not have a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

Only the promise of disaster-zone desolation without the hope of a rescue package

 

When dawn comes she is left in shame

The Seduction shunning her like some two-a-penny lover

But she surrendered.

Not in the way that she foresaw.

Not in the way that she tried to control.

Not in the way that she expected.

Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2018