Retrieving Her Soul

It happened before:

Bewildered, she swore

To never again

Allow all that pain.

She closed up for good,

As ‘normal’ one should —

Confusing the ‘sane’

With crippling mundane.

Few things can be worse

Than sneaky old curse

That crept into shrine

Of ancient bloodline.

Illusions corrupt,

And they felt bankrupt —

Forgetting their Lore,

Believing they’re poor.

She was all alone

When Bright Light had shone;

Her folks were asleep,

All tame frightened sheep.

They traded sharp scales

And sea siren’s tails

For dry land corral —

A free spirit’s hell.

She was unprepared.

Her folks were too scared

To own what they knew

And teach it when due.

That ill-natured pride

Convinced them to hide

What they must have been —

True nature unseen.

That life-giving Force!

It should have been hers.

What happened instead —

She was living dead.

The curse carried on.

Another soul won,

Betrayed by her kin:

Their choice did her in.

But all was not lost:

Unseen by the most,

A spark of Divine

Ignited old shrine.

Dark chamber within

Refused to give in

To lies from without

No matter how loud.

She knew all along:

She doesn’t belong,

Despised by the sheep

For going too deep.

Newfound sixth sense

Was way too intense,

And not just one word

Of friendly support.

The spark has become

A full-blown Supernova;

Her false life was gone,

That story was over.

She felt like it maimed her,

A searing chasm;

The Light came to claim her

In time-bending spasm.

She felt it all ten-fold,

Abruptly exposed

To multiple horrors,

All superimposed.

What others would think,

She knew in a blink;

Whatever’s unfair

Was right in the air.

But music and art

Were balm to the heart:

Each finest nuance

A space-shifting dance.

She found her Soul:

That realm was her all.

The Gift from above,

The crazy pure Love.

An artist is born,

It’s not what you learn.

She brought visions forth,

Possessed by the Force.

The passion glows through

Each stroke that she drew.

Her writing’s the code

To secret abode.

She longed to be there,

Away from despair

That filled every day —

No hiding away.

It broke her apart:

No matter how smart,

She didn’t fit in

With cunning and mean.

Her art was ignored

By those she abhorred:

Small minds with big purse,

Profaning the Earth.

“You’re crazy! You’re bad!”

Her family said.

“Your art is a joke,

You should get a yoke.”

“Your writing is strange.”

“To thrive, you must change.”

“Don’t trust what you feel.”

“It’s time to get real.”

No room in daylight

For Gift of the night!

A bright star inside

Is too much to hide.

She cast it away

In act of dismay:

“It’s not what I need

To win and succeed.”

Her notebooks were torn

With no time to mourn.

That’s her downfall —

The shreds of her Soul.

It seemed to be good:

No more lack of food,

No heaven, no hell —

Just plain safe corral.

Her folks were all pleased.

Sometimes she was teased

To keep up her pace

In endless rat race.

Fake peace at a cost:

Decades of life lost.

That whole big treadmill

Was rolling downhill.

It’s hard to admit

That you’re in the pit,

Locked up in a trap

Through that one misstep.

She got off the wheel

That had made her ill,

And into unknown —

To find what’s her own.

There wasn’t much rest

On tedious quest

In search of the bliss

She used to dismiss.

But she carried on

In hope of return

To Junction of Fate,

Before it’s too late.

Soft glow of moonlight

Had led her at night,

Revealing old path,

Obscure in spiked grass.

“The time loop is near,

Please come to me, Dear.”

She leapt — and she fell

Down into dark well.

“Why didn’t I drown?”

Space-Time upside-down…

She’s bathing in Light

With awe and delight.

Old writings recalled,

Her stories untold.

Shred paper in swirls,

As precious as pearls.

Old shatters are scales

On mermaid’s new tails:

Her dreams that were smashed,

Ridiculed and trashed.

What has been reclaimed

Is no longer shamed;

There’s work to be done,

Excuses are none.

It took her so long

To learn to be strong;

To find solid ground

In color and sound.

But nothing’s above

That pure crazy Love —

The ultimate Force,

The end of the curse.

…

She’s finally whole,

Retrieving her Soul.

She’s finally whole,

Retrieving her Soul.

She’s finally whole,

Retrieving her Soul.

June 5 — 9, 2019. 11:25pm.