the cards He dealt me

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.

Author's Note

February 2020