Treasure Island

Jackie Allen


Metamorphosis of a Dream


Hiding behind pained, strained silence, timid
Naive and untried, she cried in her pillow, lost hope
Between the per-functionary Our Father’s and Amens.

The music played long, sadly-sweet and forlorn.
The violin had its way, not unlike her own blue moans~
Questioning what might have been, what still could be.

Singing her song in silence, one wrought from want,
Her need rang out, distinctly crystal-clear. In dreams
She journeyed across the seven seas to exotic lands.

Timidity lost its way in and amongst the experience, she
Choosing to surround herself with books, scents, sounds,
Tastes, and vistas, claiming each of them as her own.

Winging her way with perseverance, she found herself
Elevated above her station, and, in the presence of like
Minded peers she began to live her private dreams.

Now, out of the cocoon, she lives a life of satisfaction.
Matured and seasoned, she pens her thoughts

Giving thanks to Our Father with effusive Amens.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 02, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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