the cards He dealt me

the cards He dealt me

A Poem by Casee

Patience, to the bird who sings
to the Willows and the fae who gather
around the small toadstool ring 
like chains on her neck.
Hope, to the grass that kiss
her feet, loving her as gently as a caress, 
like the bottle in her palm.
Serenity, to the raindrop who pushes
her on the Oak branches duck till dawn,
like a kindred spirit God forgot to sent to guide her.
Love, to the trolls that raise 
the drawbridge like iron curtains
to what she thought she could see.
Happiness, to the sun that comes 
back to her every night,
leading her to the trough to which she
is force fed Earthly lies.
Confidence to the deer that approach
her after she twists her ankles within the Oak's strong arms,
reminding her of minefields.
Prayer, to the angel that watches 
within the clouds with her grandmother,
where she begs for the thunder to stop;
the dear, sweet flower child.

© 2020 Casee


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Casee
February 2020

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Casee
Casee

Old Bridge , NJ



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(formerly known as Scarlet) I am a young poet from New Jersey that can often be found under a giant pile of YA books like a small goblin with goldfish or cherry twizzlers. I can also be found on In.. more..

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