Teetering Rainbow-

A Poem by Michelle Gent

Enlightenment of a situation, once you're out of the woods.

Teetering Rainbow-

I met a tin man who seemed so cold
Never knowing first hand what was on the other side of the rainbow
Where yellow brick roads are golden, munchkin's dance around chortling
And a field of vibrant red poppies get you stoned

How could one be so stern?
In a glorious place over the rainbow
Though it would soon be apparent
After the cyclone let me down how chaotic it could get
How easily houses fell and woman's feet became shrinking violets
Supposed good witches framing me for murder
And then the b***h tried to steal my shoes!

With witches sending her posse after me
Stalking me on roof's and behind trees
It all seemed so unjust and up surd
My dream quickly becoming a nightmare

It seemed I was the cowardly lion
The scarecrow and the tin man all wrapped in one
Heartless, brainless, self obsessed with no compassion
There was just no excuse for my behavior
Though I claimed it was home sickness

The tin man needed to stay hard
For his won protection and self preservation
In the land of flying monkeys, witches and minions
Trying to beat you down and steal your belongings

It wasn't until I was locked away, alone in the castle
With access to her crystal ball
That the motives of others became crystal clear
Foes were actually friends, friends nemesis'
Supposed foes came out of the woodwork to applaud me

And good witches , ha I had to laugh at first
How a witch could be could it sounded made up
But it was true, they were truly real
A true friend and beautiful guardian
protecting us every step of the way
Saving our prospects and leading us home again

Where for we saw situations as they actually were
And saw eye to eye for the very first time
Tin man's face and facade gleaming, his heart a molten furnace
Melting emotions pure and eased, breathing a sigh of relief
Melting my own cold heart, one I thought no longer existed

My ax grinder, my soldier, never wavering to a challenge
Intense yes, because he need be for protection
A spoiled girl left lost in the forest, a woman enlightened and stronger
It took near disaster to put us back together, turning grey to technicolor
A rainbow grows wider smiling on Long Island when the c**k crowed waking us
Anew

Our new mantra:

There's no place like home!
There's no place like home!