Sheena’s ears look like chocolate chip cookies!

HA HA!

… the boy in middle school screamed

And although they were no dreamy deals

They weren’t that bad were they?

I cupped my hands over each ear

And put my head down

To drown out the laughter

Like the Phoenix resurrected from the ashes of yesterday

The metamorphosis of the Caterpillar to the butterfly

The Magnum Opus…

I have been preparing for all my life

Lush bloom from seeds

Planted oh so carefully

Painstakingly sown

Cultivated to bear ripe fruit

Organic

Divine

True

Propaganda seeping in

Filling the void, the empty spaces

The upside down, absolving sin

Ejecting all original thought

Rejecting logic and reason

Perfecting the vessel so keenly mesmerized

Internal treason unfolding as predicted

Trauma triggers cerebral inhibition

Cognitive dissonance after attrition

Distracted, difficult to realize

The weather worn ship near to capsize

Gallantly relishing in its own demise

Yet who steers?

And to where?

Might this be an everlasting loop?

No chance to regain my autonomy

Slim chance to regroup 

A chaotic scene laid out before me

As if some devilish, whirlwind through

Upending all my precious valuable views

The beautiful field of flowers…

Now- thorny, threadbare roots

The majestic purple skies

Ashen grey, covered in soot

Even my own reflection

I could not compute

Perception askew in the matter which way I view

Seems something sinister has wiggled its way in-

Disrupting my awareness, and my patience grows thin

Thinner than a single silk strand whisked like feathers in the wind

All my preconceived conceptions all my preconceived conceptions blown away on a whim

Transforming the feelings, the taste, the touch,

What I see…

Confounding and unfolding asa mystery

I cannot help but to look at it cynically

Like the glass half full

Is now the glass half empty

With the water I thirst for, drowning me

The bright nourishing Sun

Now my enemy

Blinding my vision

Yet I cannot unsee