And she gives herSelf away
Learning how to walk with broken limbs
Forgetting once she had wings to fly,
Now gathering dust in the rickety crib
her parents sold for $5 at a garage sale
And she gives herSelf away
Believing hard-won toe shoes,
lipstick stage smiles
and all those laps at the YMCA
might redeem and prove her true
And she gives herSelf away
Feigning illness and injury,
convincing them, who in turn convince her
what she needs most is
Rest, crutches, noodle soup
And she gives herSelf away
Choosing rebellious flirtation and 3 am
window exits, dark secret lies and loss
Pretending his starry blue, night-eyed passions
are her own.
And then….she remembers to dream
And then….she dreams to remember…
Her wings fly home
and as she exhales years of dingy dust
Dream glitter splatters and splays,
lighting and sparkling
upon her shoulders
Toe shoes she trades for New Balance,
laps at the Y for jogs on her God Path,
where she meets deer angels
and Spirit of the Waterfall,
where she prays and connects with Truth
Her body breathes and pulses wellness
Radiant soul bits aligning
Healing and creating energy flow,
craving most
belly laughs, mystic adventures, lobster sliders
She chooses Fairy Tale Erotica,
spoiling and growing old with her man,
Chasing her own passions defined
through DreamTube classrooms
of natural light
And she gives, and she gives,
and she gives Herself away…
~Robin, 11/23/08
Dragon's Egg, Mystic, Ct
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