Soon the Moon may take
me.
Slip the rope from the harbour of my body
and cast me
out to sea.
My hand stroking the silky water
whilst I watch the silent scream,
the dream, of myself floating away,
whilst the anchor of my mind
drops
Unattached
and Unencumbered.
Turning instead to foam on the
waves.

One day.

Soon the Moon may take
me.
And make me once more it's own.
Letting loose the beast within and allowing
it one more roam.
Freedom at last.
All that is past dropping from it as
a bit from the steed which will
no more
sit a rider.
Useless
I will hide her.
Useful only to me.

If you could but see.

For,
Soon the Moon may take
me.
Cutting loose the rope which binds
my arms to flesh,
and heart to mind.
Letting free the wings to fly into
the sky of tear strewn clouds.
Once more allowed the bitterly taken
happiness.

What could mean less?

The moon may take me
Break me
But I will never allow me to
Forsake thee.

My boat would find your port
My beast your stable
My wings your pedestal.
I am your own
You are my Home,
and so I shall never allow myself to roam
without you.

Never shall I abandon you alone.

Detached,
floating beyond the confines of existence.
I hear and
see and yet do not
feel.

No pain can touch me here,
no hand near enough to reach
beyond my cloudy veil.
Ecstacy,
Joy,
Sorrow,
Panic.
These states bubble across the
surface of river,
my fishbowl,
my cauldron.

I lie underneath,

The emotions slipping gently from my lips
to the surface,
a perfect finish to the puppet beyond
my reach.
High above, my head floats
whilst my *** sits cold on the bench
near the boats
Alone
yet everywhere
Who knows if I can yet
be guided home
Again.

It is a child's pain
a small cut on an even smaller hand,
The hand, now much older, will never let it smooth again.

It is a child's pain
an innocent mind, tarnished only by tantrums.
Murky now, it shall never be pure again.

It is a child's pain
once so easily surprised and alive.
Has turned to ice and acceptance, never shocked again.

It is a child's pain
confusion and denial, yet never bitter,
that loss will not be whole again.

It is a child's pain
the empty gap in a scribble of 'my family'
to never completely be clear again.

It is a child's pain
an all trusting love and longing,
left with merely wishing to belong again.

It is a child's pain
a part of me, a side of me, a slice of me, that cut in me,
it will never be me again.

I am the eye of the storm
the break in the waterfall
caught in the balance
of suspension
I lie
surrounded by destruction.

A blizzard rages
far away
so far away now.

It surrounds me.

But I feel no pain,
there is not a spec
you see
of me
left.

This is the calm of acceptance

involuntary

unnatural

immovable
improbable

acceptance.

Accept the rough
Accept the tough
Accept the abuse
that you had
Accept the sad
Accept the mad
Accept it all.
Knowing that they'll catch you if you fall.
They'll understand it's not your fault at all.

Accept every last scrap of crap
Accept the 'lap of honour' you'll never do
Even accept the poo.
Because you'll receive what is due.
The only bit that's down to you is
living your life.
Regardless of the strife.
Forget what would and could of been,
Accept that which you should;
That although there might be some bad,
there is always quite a lot of good.