Lost in a maze of trees, alone, forgotten
I stumbled upon a house, covered in the bowels of darkness,
A place familiar to a bird who is perched on a white oak.
Tiptoeing, branches swaying in wind
Forcefully yanking my gold locks back,
The door creaks open, leading to deceitful imaginations
Like children’s dreams and happy endings.
Lost within the kitchen, I find myself searching,
Searching the scent of sweet sugar oats
Awaiting to fulfill the never-ending
I partake of the food, wondering why it settles
So comfortably within the void of my belly.
Lost within the halls, stalking, creeping,
A room has been left open
For the uninvited.
I saunter inside, snuggling between sheets
Of a bed, remembering how well the thread
Runs against my rugged skin.
My toes curl, as I am wrapped up in the blissful
Shadows of the sunlight.
I feel overwhelming anger,
Raging like a war, as I glance at the
Gold locks cascading like a waterfall.
A bear swimming among fish
Rings inevitable death in my ears.
And the water blinds me, leaving
Only hatred and hunger to guide
My primitive desires.
Panicking, I am startled awake
By aliens to my memory.
I escape, fear and death, trying
To pull me back in.
The warm feeling of belonging, now
Leaves my heart burning to cinders,
Blowing to dust in the wind.
Lost in desolation, the hunt for
Belonging becomes fantasy.