Poétique

There was a girl I once new
Adventurous and free
Chase the butterfly type
Tame the bee and so ready
To spring into life out of
Whatever begged to control her
To take away her freedom
To strip what liberated her
Innocently broken open
Like a dinosaur egg all
Crystalline within ready to shine
We think those parts of us
Are forever that they will last and last
That no shadow should fully
Overcast or arrange to suffocate
But something can creep in
There may not be a clear reason
She may not even know
Or he whomever this person could be
To you for me it was she
And when 19 turned into 45
She was not the girl
That used to be alive inside
She was the girl trapped in her own mind
Unaware of how to get out
No matter what I tried to do
To set her free
To help her chase the butterfly
To help her tame the bee
In many ways it was too late
Sometimes the gift we give
Is not to hold them back
But to set them free
I admit I held on earnestly
In the hope that one day I would awake
To see her face gleaming
As she did when we were kids
Even if you asked her
She could never shake it free to tell you why
She herself she was unsure
She couldn’t recognize how the outside
Detached apart from her could see
But I could see what she could not
And rather than be held down
By that pain and inability
I had to do what I could
To set my own self free
This my friend
If you have ever had to do
Might be the hardest thing
You’ll come to understand in truth
For there is no denying
The story that the heart can tell
Not of physical ailments for
A doctor in a hospital to diagnose
But one of spiritual nature
Responses given to conditions
That are not specific scientific
But beating inside
What we know as heartwarming
What we know as love
We can go on to share this journey
But in some cases where there is
Nowhere else to go
But inner peace
We must detach ourselves and rise
High above the heated grove
Of arguments and insecurity
Always leaving behind
Within our trail the sparkling gift
Release an offering of peace

© GÄ