Mirage

There she goes at 10 years old,

Dressed in gold with a black bow.

Frolicking around the meadow

Lavender still in bloom

She only picks up two daisies

White around a yellow bud

Curious mind compelled an

 inner whine, a little scratch

“It’s okay, my mama fixes stains”

10 years old still living sane.

You could see her innocent eyes

Hunted down many new finds;

classic fabric and love so drastic

time couldn’t stand it,

Something like a movie’s stage where

where harmonies made her sway,

and fireworks imagined in midday,

it carried her away into another place,

Only she danced to notes nobody knew

a longing to be like one of their few

16 years old naive in her view.

Was her birthday, finally 18

Draped in pink and white lace

Independence given as her new name,

Feelings no longer a focal phase

left behind all her meadow days,

though something hollow got replaced

into her foggy forest array,

18 years old began to feel insane

She was drawn into the woods

Green moss with musk in the air,

Dark entity clouded her state

her soul floated into a daze,

Mindless of how other’s exclaimed

sounds howled through her brain,

moon made her feel a bit insane

with beady eyes she wasn’t the same,

At 22 someone took her tune.

Sun traveled through battles

finally reached her shadows,

Sun rays seaped in her veins

detoxed any toxic shade,

With hands laced together

and prayed an Our Father,

peace taken over her pain.