"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
Friday, August 3, 2012
Her Forgetfulness Sea
Her Forgetfulness Sea
She would sit all by herself alone
See them fight all day and night
She would run and hide where they did not know
To find her, then she cried
Why did they do this to her
She did not know it was called abuse
She has so often wondered why
They had the alcohol for their excuse
So the little girl would go
To her magical place again
Only she knew where it was
She was with magical things in this land
She longed to be away from them
To know peace just for awhile
To be a Fairy and fly away
She just wanted to be what she was, a child
So she went and smiled for a little while
The things around her were so different there
She would play for as long as she could
Knowing not one worry or care
She would sit upon her rock
Watch the night's magic unfold around her
Laughing as a child should
Nothing would she try and blur
This was her place
Of tranquility and peacefulness
They could not touch her here
In her sanctuary of forgetfulness
She would have to go back she knew
But not right now you see
She was a fairy princess for awhile
Just the moon and magical things
In her 'forgetfulness sea'
©Dana Price
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2 comments:
Bravo Dana, great write ~
Thank you hon ♥
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