The Trickster
Accept my Fate
I have a trickster laying quietly
Somewhere hidden in my head,
When he thinks its time to play
Is when I'm climbing into bed!!!
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He quietly resides inside
Not a peep throughout the day,
But laying down my weary head
And out he comes to play!!!
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The sun has disappeared
And my day is done,
I lay and close my eyes
But out he comes for fun!!!
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My trickster steals my happy memories
Then opens the door wide,
He throws in every stress and worry
From which I've tried to hide!!!
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I know not to trust either
The thoughts or memories he shows,
But he ensures sleep is elusive
By cunningly showing my woes!!!
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So I open my eyes
And sit up straight,
I hear my trickster laugh
As I accept my fate!!!
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Great words and love that image, briliant work
That was an amazing children poem, hearted ♥️
Awww this was so cute!