To Those Braided In Despair…
Last night’s dream seemed
As if that sneaking nightmare
Reality always leaves to tease
Unawake minds gone astray.
So today I took strands of despair
And braided them into devil’s plaits;
Cut them off. Then I buried them;
Tears watered their graves.
Hope budded and blossomed;
Petals of audacious faith
Glistened in sunshine
Of new dawns dawning:
Meadows of forget-me-nots bloomed.
In fields of our-story, butterflies
Feasted on dying his-story; everywhere
New cocoons hung on branches of time.