A Poem: "In My Imagination"

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In My Imagination

Sometimes I wander through the forest at night

Gliding along in a gown of gossamer twilight.

I wonder deep thoughts while in graceful repose

Looking sweet and as sharp as thorns on a rose.

Sometimes I run off to a land that doesn’t exist

And to a castle that sits high above all the mist.

Bedecked in jewels and a dress made of silk,

My cloak hides the daggers used to dispatch wicked ilk.

Sometimes I stand upon the beach and have a good cry

As waves beat ashore and rain pours in a fierce lullaby.

The wind whips my hair and my dress of diamond tears

To the tune of Grief’s dirge to last many years.

Sometimes I rant and scream and rage.

I want to scream even louder; rage can’t be put in a cage.     

Anger spills forth in a torrent, a rush;

It won’t quiet down with one simple flush.

Sometimes I want to throw breakable things all about

With no regard to the destruction, all rules I will flout.

Toss that there, shatter this into shards.

Bring it all down like a house of cards.

All of this happens in the space of my mind

Where imagination is never confined.

Mental health worries aren’t what I want to impart.

This poem shows that I’m probably dramatic at heart!

--LK 4/15/2020