I was Alice in Wonderland
Only
I wore trainers with
CardigansI was Alice in Wonderland
Falling down the rabbit hole
Of the unknown
Thinking my curiosity
Could invent a solution
To defeat your inner
JabberwockyI felt so in love with you
That it did not frighten me that
I held no vorpal sword
& had no backing from a
Chess board armyYou bruised my skin
Slashed the innocence of my youth
Hurt those who dared to be
Close to me
& shrunk me without the need
Of a
'Drink me'
Potion bottleYou
A towering dragon
Me
A maturing maidenIt wasn't your size
That made me cower
Or the fire you burnt my
Flesh black withIt was not my lack of
Silver armour
Or the missing prophecy
Declaring me a
"To-be
Hero-Slayer"
Of the
Evil JabberwockyIt is the way
You spoke at me in forked
& barbed
Tongues
That made me feel
As if I was a
Pale character
Within my own
Life-StoryYou see
I used to only try
At Dreaming &
Imagining
At achieving
The impossible
Daily
Until your teeth &
Brutality revealed to me
That you never felt the barrier of
Impossibility
& what you imagined &
Dreamed my life to be
You delivered;
As it turns out
The complete loss of light
Out of someone's life
Is actually very
Possible
IndeedThe beautiful land
I used to love
Became incredibly
Lightless
The birds of my ambitions
Were
FlightlessTime was a
Merry-go-round
Of running
Backward loopsFour years
You locked my life
In a helix
Centred around
YouSix years
& I still live
With Alice in Wonderland
SyndromeFour years
It took me
To take
Small
Steps in
Believing
As many as
Six
Impossible
Things
Before
BreakfastA year
It took me
To harden
A year
To grow
A year
To finally
Believe
I am the
Queen of
My ThroneNow I see
We have
No need
To wish for a
Poetic
Life-defining
Prophecy
As We
Create our sense
Of self
In the
Here & the
Now-This will be the year I heal & defeat you. Off with your head! 😉
To you all I say:
Raise your broken teacups, put on your wildest hat, imagine the impossible & live that dream at last. Let us make 2020 be the year we; together or alone, challenege our beasts & win back our thrones.❤
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