Monday, February 22, 2010

Daughter of Janus

Your child you brought into the world
A girl with smiles and hair that curled
“Almost perfect” is what you said
If she’d been born a boy instead

Never perfect could this girl be
That was your vow and your decree
You wouldn’t spare a smile for her
Your ire for her was quite secure

Other people had not a clue
To them you gave another view
For them you were all laughs and smiles
They could not see through all your wiles

When you came home at end of day
For every insult she would pay
You’d knock her down upon the ground
Keeping your dignity still sound

Did it never occur to you
The love she felt for you was true
You weren’t worthy of that pearl
Because you couldn’t love that girl

Your big mistake did come to pass
It was in how you raised the lass
You taught her to think like a boy
She grew wise to selfish ploy

She grew old enough to think
And then her heart began to sink
She saw that in her father’s eyes
Was where her imperfection lies

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Flight of Fancy

As a child I had the most vivid dreams of flying. I seemed to be drawn to the idea of flight on many subconscious levels. My drawings were of birds, butterflies and angels. The outside games I most loved were climbing high in the trees and pretending to be a pilot or a fairy queen.

When I suddenly became able to fly it was nothing like my dreams. In my dreams I had wings instead of arms. (It’s funny how I never had to eat in my dreams.) In reality, I seem to fly with just the thought to do so. At the age of fifteen I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The doctors did surgery, but something went wrong. They used some new technology to save me. A few days later as I lay recovering, I had one of my flying dreams. I woke up to doctors and nurses trying to get me down from the ceiling. It wasn’t long before I could fly while I was awake. I can’t tell you how exhilarating it felt. This big blue marble we live on gets more and more beautiful the higher up you get.

The doctors tried to figure out what they’d done that made me able to fly. They even tried it on a bunch of people who asked them to who had the same kind of tumor I had. Nobody else ever could. Finally some laws were passed that made it illegal for the doctors to try it anymore after some of the people died or went insane. The people who survived became depressed because they couldn’t fly – even though they were cured and could go back to their happy lives.

As you can imagine, my life changed drastically. It wasn’t long before everyone knew my name and what I could do. People started to have a lot of expectations about what I should and shouldn’t do. The doctors tried to get custody of me from my parents because they wanted to do surgery on me again and tests to see what they’d done to my brain. Even though we won, my parents took me away and we went into hiding.

Our new home was a whole new experience for me. We’d lived in the city, but we moved across the country to the most rural place you can imagine. My parents grounded me from flying and that was torture. I know they wanted to protect me, but once you’ve been in the air, it’s hard to go back to the ground. I wanted so badly to fly across the landscape and feel the clean wind whip through my hair that I ached with it. The people there knew who I was, but they accepted me when they saw that I was pretty normal. Once in a while, when I was pretty sure no one could see me, I did fly for a bit. Sometimes it was just to remember how to do it and other times I just needed to be alone with my thoughts and the wind.

I guess I’ll never know why this happened to me. I’d have been the world’s most normal person if I’d never been able to fly. Its funny how sometimes getting what you thought you wanted the most turns out to be really different from what you’d thought it would be. In my dreams it was always just me flying above the Earth feeling happy and carefree. I never dreamed that it would cause so many people to have bad feelings toward me or that it would make me feel so isolated. If I could share this glorious gift with everyone I would. To see the stars glittering above you and feel that you can reach out and touch them is so beautiful. I think that if more people could see it like I can; there’d be less fighting and selfishness. There’s enough for us all to share and it’s so magnificent. From up in the sky you can’t see the dirt and ugliness of some places. You also can’t see all the people. It all just looks so peaceful and majestic.

Sometimes I’m not sure if it’s worth it to keep my feet on the ground. When I see people fighting and arguing I want to fly off into the sky sometimes and never come back. Walking around seems so slow and boring – it takes so long for the scenery to change. Sure, it’s kept me safe and it’s allowed me to go back to living a pretty much private life, but there’s no exhilaration in it.

Now I sit here trying to decide what the next phase in my life will be. It’s time for me to go away to college and to decide how I’ll live the rest of my life. Will I keep my feet on the ground and plot out a safe, happy future or will I take flight again and reach for dreams that may be beyond my grasp? What would anyone else do in my place, I wonder?

Monday, February 15, 2010

Perfect Imperfection

I’m the ray of sunshine
That got lost behind a cloud
I’m the quiet melody
That was drowned out by the crowd

I have the best intentions
They just seem to go awry
Things don’t go as I planned
But I couldn’t tell you why

You’ll say that I’m the sunbeam
Who chased away the rain
You’ll say that I’m the music
Inside your heart’s refrain

You say that I’m the compass
That gives your life direction
And in your wise opinion
I’m the perfect imperfection

So happily we go along
Through any kind of weather
It doesn’t matter where we go
As long as we’re together

Monday, February 8, 2010

A Gift For A Friend

Please don’t rain on my parade
When I give you lemonade

Please do not be all gloom and doom
As I hand to you a rose in bloom

Please do not just reject my gift
When I offer you a lift

Please do not tear it all apart
As I give you a gift from my heart

Don’t you know when you are down
All that I can do is frown

I’ll sit beside you while you mope
Inside I’ll still be full of hope

I’ll be waiting ‘til I see you grin
So our fun can begin again

So do not push my gifts away
Let’s go and start our happy day

I can’t go forward without you
While you sit here feeling blue

You have at least one special friend
Who’ll be here with you to the end

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Magic In The Water

Elaine waded deeper into the loch when she cocked her head and heard a lyrical sound, almost too beautiful to be singing. She turned and looked to locate the source of the music, but she couldn’t find it. It seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere. Her imagination conjured up images of mermaids crooning as they combed out their hair with combs made of seashells.

She shook her head. It was silly nonsense. Her mind told her that there was some logical explanation while her heart begged for it to be magic of some kind. Reality wasn’t something she wanted to think about at the moment. She was alone, a widow at the age of twenty five. Her white knighted husband had been killed in the war a month ago. Going on vacation to Ireland was supposed to be a distraction, but her heart wasn’t distracted. A lump formed in her throat.

Then she took a deep breath and looked around. The lilting sound still filled the air. It would drive her nuts until she found it. She became more determined to find the source. Somehow she felt that the music would haunt her if she didn’t find it.

As she crawled around a large outcropped rock, her hands dug into the stone, trying to hold her balance. When she spied the source of the song, she gasped and her heart fluttered. There in a cave just above the water’s edge, a dragon sat singing. Her eyes went wide and she gasped. The orange dragon stopped in the midst of the tune and stared back at her, his emerald eyes fixing on her with a strange intensity.

Elaine took a step back, intending to flee, but the dragon’s expression softened and he beckoned her in, leaning his head down in a gesture of calmness. Transfixed, she climbed inside, bound by her curiosity to see what was going on.

“Are you a mermaid,” the dragon asked her.

“N-n-no,” Elaine stammered. “I’m just me.”

“I knew that witch was lying to me,” he growled, sitting back as a puff of smoke escaped his dignified-looking nose.

“What witch,” she asked, completely bewildered.

“The one who told me if I sang in this cave a mermaid would appear to ease my loneliness,” he sighed.

“Sorry, I can’t help much with loneliness,” Elaine told him sympathetically. “I’m pretty lonely myself. What’s your name?”

“Egan,” he told her. “What is your name, fair damsel?”

“Elaine,” she answered. “How odd – my husband’s name was Egan!”

“He exists no more,” Egan asked.

“No, he died last month,” she replied sadly.

“I am most sorry,” the dragon said.

She smiled at him weakly. She had heard “sorry” a lot in the past month. She was tired of hearing it.

“I wish the last month was all just a bad dream,” she admitted.

She sat down. The dragon moved over and sat beside her, resting his arm about her possessively. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

“I felt that I was here in a bad dream myself until now. What if we were both meant to find each other to lead the way out of our own bad dreams? What if my mermaid princess was named Elaine?”

She turned to him with wide eyes. Perhaps there was magic in the world. “I’d be happy to be your mermaid if you’d like to become my knight!”

With that, a puff of smoke appeared around them and suddenly she stood gazing back at her husband and reflecting back from the water, a dragon embraced a mermaid.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Heart Medicine

A sad heart
A heavy heart
A wounded heart
A broken heart

Sometimes it feels it can’t beat on
The pain squeezes like a vice

A cold heart
A bitter heart
A poisoned heart
A jaded heart

At times it seems so damaged
It’s a wonder it lives at all

An untamed heart
A divided heart
A guarded heart
A restless heart

Other times it feels restrained
When it wants to just break free

A light heart
A joyous heart
A singing heart
A laughing heart

Any time it feels happiness
It’s like a soothing balm

A leaping heart
A beating heart
A wild heart
A heart attack

Every time that you are near
It feels like it will soar

A contented heart
A full heart
A peaceful heart
A whole heart

It takes away all the pain
Encountered from before