Kiena’s Blessing

At a distance the faerie hovered, peering around the tree she hid behind.  A single crystal tear escaped.  She flicked it quickly away chiding herself for crying.  Promising oneself not to cry is ridiculous, the heart is an untamed imp with a mind of its own.

They took hands.  She felt her body shudder as her throat strangled a sob.

It shouldn’t hurt, but it did.  Love was a fickle thing.

As their brows touched, and her vision went blurry, Kiena clenched her jaw.  Balling a fist, the faerie tried to strengthen her resolve but the tears would not depart on command.

She was just going to have to bless the couple regardless of the trembling sobs overtaking her.

With a deep breath that crackled in her chest, she grit her teeth, and raised a hand.

“May she bring you Light.”  A thin flitting of glittery magic swirled toward the couple.  “May she bring you joy.”  It encircled them, though neither noticed for they could not see the magic Kiena gave them.

“May she fulfill all of your dreams, so that you will never be in want.

“May she bear you children, and raise them in harmony and peace.

“May she never bring you ill-will, or contention.

“May there always be peace within your families.

“May love abound unguarded.

“May she adore you all of her days.”

Kiena couldn’t continue as she pressed into the tree, overwhelmed by her grief.  After a long moment crying silently, she finished her blessing in a whisper, “And may her life be free of darkness- though if there is, may it be easy to overcome.  For happiness I gift you, and joy, that your days may be full.”

With that, the magic encircling the couple consumed them in a wind.

~*~

Rynn knit his brow glancing around, having felt the effects of the magic.  His eyes met Kiena’s one eye that peered from behind the tree.  For a moment his heart stopped, as quickly as he blinked, she vanished and he heard her wings buzzing urgently away.  A sad smile turned half of his mouth up.  He would always have room in his heart for her.

And then his eyes met those of the love of his life.  Her eyes glittered like the stars in the heavens, enchanting his entire being.  Without another thought of Kiena, he took this lovely creature into his arms, and kissed her as he’d never kissed before.

Manipulation 

Such a sweet gift is memory!  It reminds us of our guilts.

The bloodstained hands, the torn up feet, eyes gouged out by our regrets.

Things we’ve done and songs we sung that brought us to these points.

How futile the attempts to erase the past.  Instead it swallows us whole.

Sifting through the broken strands of things we cannot hold in our grasp.

Pinpricks of light crack through the darkness where we hide our every sin.

And when the box needs a laugh, it kicks itself open spilling the contents out.

Topsy-turvy madness, confidences shattered, there is no end to this hell.

What a carnival is in my brain, enslaved by the Will of those surrounding.

How can I ever escape when I’ve been trained to depend on their every whim?

How frustrating to be enslaved to a mindset twisted and fashioned so well.

Every promise broken.  Every hope let down.  And yet I am helpless to save myself for I have become the perfect slave.

Flicker

Amidst the drowning there was a shore where light flashed with comfort.

Admidst the storm there was a whisper that helped to still the waves.

While chaos ensued there was a tether that helped ground sanity.

And while trapped within the frozen lake, footsteps resounded remaining a spark of hope.

Madness encumbered, trapped in the perfect cage.

Keyless entry, oh what a twist!  A prisoner to remain.

And why the Manipulator gets their way, and the prisoner does remain what frustrating puzzlement is this?

A beautiful trap awaited, the Fates are such a tease.

Forbidden fruit, what amazing bites, the taste being not for me.

Such sweet lies to fall into along the broken road tread, each one wrapped in their own disguise.  The scent is always the same.

Silly Pawn, the game is on!

Trusting illusions.  Trusting the disguise.

Alone in this frightful forest, Fate’s games I will slay on my own.

Of the Oppressed

So this is hell, where I should die

A grave I dug for myself

To lie down and slowly fade

All that I am to shift and suffocate

Dirt heaped in abusive piles snuffing out my life

The airs toxic, my lungs ache from holding my breath

I deserve it.  I am the coward who ran away

Running to safety, or running to death?

Who of us can tell.

I will die here, gasping for air and sweet release 

Alas none shall I find, for true freedom is not my Fate.

Awakening To Light 

Behind me lies a dark forest

I was trapped with no way out for so long

When a soft glimmer of light  caught my eye

Tearing through thorny bushes I tracked it

Urgency pounded in my chest as each step took me closer to the edge of the forest

Who knew an edge existed?

Who knew the darkness wasn’t where I belonged?

I escaped to breathe fresh air and dance in cool grass

But the wounds from the thorn bushes reminded me that I did not belong in this pasture

I turned back to the forest, armed with a tiny sword

Monsters jumped me when I went back

Ones I never knew were there before 

Slaying the monsters was impossible

They were stronger and greater than I

My sword broke and I ran

Vines crept out and tangled around my ankle, their thorns biting my flesh

I looked around alone, having been warned this was foolish

Frantically I used what was left of my sword to cut the vines from my ankles

As the monsters came screaming I ran from the forest and back out into the sun

The beasts growled angrily, afraid of the light trying to trap me with their wiles

Words were futile

While I was a bleeding, broken mess my resolve was never stronger

I was not going back.

Clever Duck

Clever duckling, you silly fowl

Don’t stop moving, despite the growl

Barn dog barks, hurry home!

Little duck your pain you own.

Now get up, you feather-brain

Follow the pointed weather vane

March your feet and strut your stuff

Little duckling had enough!

Puffed out chest, you’re doing well

You got up every time you fell

Keep on going!  Your heart is whole

And don’t stop winning till you reach the goal

Dumbest Duckling

Stupid duck and clever fox

Stepped into the ring to box

Honey words and charming grin

The duck soon was giving in

Little duck became his dinner

She the saint and he a sinner

Poor duckling ran to get away

For she knew she could not stay

Months went by without a word

She went back to pack her herd

But while staying there she learned his wiles

Charming her with gaze and smiles

But his words rehearsed and failing

She lost all that had been waiting

Hope for better nests to bed

Hope for room to lay her head

Ruffled feathers and broken spine

The duck hoped once more to align

Until she saw the mess she made

Stupid duck a grave had laid