Self Intoxication
Deep deep within the forest
Over the fallen old brown logs that collect rainwater
Through the abundance of big, leafy green trees
With broad trunks that stretch, going on forever
There is a peaceful glade.
A magical glade.
A dome of tranquility all around its border;
A barrier, like a guard, accepting the passive, and rejecting the brutal
Creating blissful harmony.
The cerulean sky gazes down from above,
Content on its face, calmness buried in the wispy white clouds
That drowsily drifts, lazily floating on by
As a cool, soothing breeze beckons them onward while, like a mother
Whispering comforting, encouragement to the trees whose leaves
Rustle, ripening with pleasure and satisfaction, causing a gentle hiss
Echoing throughout the glade.
Magic hangs in the air.
Fairy dust sprinkled all around.
All is quiet.
Robust trees surround the edge in a
Band of protection, their branches forming endless arcs.
Flowers with long, crisp green stems and
Velvet blue petals surrounding the
Yellow middle laughed and danced together
While lush green grasses swerved in between it all playing tag.
Near the middle the grass was the greenest,
Growing everywhere except in one spot where a lonesome flower stood.
The flower kindly graced,
Graced by the magical enchantment of
A gleaming fairy whom
Bestowed upon it the
Massive responsibility to
Maintain the soft peace that ran through the
Thirsty, yearning glade.
Its periwinkle petals always perked up proudly,
It was the most breathtaking flower in the whole glade.
Sun glistened on its petals, sending rainbow sparkles everywhere.
Wind gently kissed it,
Rain fell softly around it.
Everything knew it was special.
Except the flower itself.
All around it saw all the other flowers
Charming and rosily cheery,
Getting plucked right out of the ground
To go in an antiqued vase and sit by a sunny window or
To be given to someone as loving gesture.
It waited and waited for the day
It would be the one to get picked.
But that day never came.
Alone and isolated, it began to doubt;
Doubt its attractiveness,
Doubt its likeability,
Doubt its intelligence,
Doubt its ability,
Doubt its existence.
Intoxicated by its self poison,
Its petals began to wilt
And its stem began to droop.
It caused big black clouds to roll in,
The peace was slowly being destroyed.
The lime green grass was heavy with moisture
Beneath the charcoal sky.
Fat droplets of rain
Beat down in hard pellets,
Splashing as they hit the rain soaked earth.
Black clouds looked down on the
Swaying tree tops from above
As they bellowed a threat.
The sky cried, hurling all its pain down
With the power of a roaring waterfall.
The branches waved in the storm,
As if signaling a white flag
To Mother Nature.
The gray wind howled an eerie laugh,
Satisfied with the destruction it had caused.
The air was cold and damp like a limp dish cloth;
The earth rumbled.
The ground that had turned dusty, was now saturated with water
Beginning to form a pathetic puddle around the flower.
An absent smell hung in the wet air,
Void of all strength,
Subtle.
Confused about what was happening
The flower sunk deeper into pitiful sadness,
Never thinking it would find the strength
To raise its petals again;
‘What’s the use?’ it thought
‘Something must be wrong with me
If no one wants me for their own
In their house or in their hand.
I am ugly.
I am useless.
I am unwanted.
What’s wrong with me?!’ it wailed up to the sky
As poison raindrops fell all about it.
One drop fell ever so softly
Hissing and steaming
As it hit the ground.
Out of the mist protruded a fairy,
With wings glittering blue.
‘My dear what’s the matter?
Look at you!
Look around you my child!
Look what you have!
Look what you are destroying.
Give up the pain and exchange it for
Happiness. It does not exist without you,
Look around you,
Look at all the others you are affecting,
Everyone is hiding from the storm,
Without you, this glade wouldn’t be.
Look at you.
You are here for a reason,
Embrace it,
Fulfill it.
Stand tall my dear child,
Be proud, for you are as pretty as all the rest.
Not plucked you are for others
Are in awe of you.
Now perk up young one,
There’s a lot of life left in you,
Don’t let it go to waste!’
And off she swirled leaving the
Young blossom deep in thought.
The next day the black sky grew lighter
As if someone found a light switch
In the murky darkness,
Finally deciding to flip it on.
The clouds became colorless,
Drained of their emotion,
Sitting quietly like a child
After a tantrum.
All is quite.
All is still.
Silence rings loudly
Throughout the quiet glade.
The clouds lose their gaunt shape,
Filling out like a man
After he eats a big meal,
Hot white light shining behind them,
Struggling to break free.
The hopelessness had vanished
The depression receded
The toxins gone.
The flower spread out its petals proudly
Feeling the sun warm them
As peace reigned
Once again.
Over the fallen old brown logs that collect rainwater
Through the abundance of big, leafy green trees
With broad trunks that stretch, going on forever
There is a peaceful glade.
A magical glade.
A dome of tranquility all around its border;
A barrier, like a guard, accepting the passive, and rejecting the brutal
Creating blissful harmony.
The cerulean sky gazes down from above,
Content on its face, calmness buried in the wispy white clouds
That drowsily drifts, lazily floating on by
As a cool, soothing breeze beckons them onward while, like a mother
Whispering comforting, encouragement to the trees whose leaves
Rustle, ripening with pleasure and satisfaction, causing a gentle hiss
Echoing throughout the glade.
Magic hangs in the air.
Fairy dust sprinkled all around.
All is quiet.
Robust trees surround the edge in a
Band of protection, their branches forming endless arcs.
Flowers with long, crisp green stems and
Velvet blue petals surrounding the
Yellow middle laughed and danced together
While lush green grasses swerved in between it all playing tag.
Near the middle the grass was the greenest,
Growing everywhere except in one spot where a lonesome flower stood.
The flower kindly graced,
Graced by the magical enchantment of
A gleaming fairy whom
Bestowed upon it the
Massive responsibility to
Maintain the soft peace that ran through the
Thirsty, yearning glade.
Its periwinkle petals always perked up proudly,
It was the most breathtaking flower in the whole glade.
Sun glistened on its petals, sending rainbow sparkles everywhere.
Wind gently kissed it,
Rain fell softly around it.
Everything knew it was special.
Except the flower itself.
All around it saw all the other flowers
Charming and rosily cheery,
Getting plucked right out of the ground
To go in an antiqued vase and sit by a sunny window or
To be given to someone as loving gesture.
It waited and waited for the day
It would be the one to get picked.
But that day never came.
Alone and isolated, it began to doubt;
Doubt its attractiveness,
Doubt its likeability,
Doubt its intelligence,
Doubt its ability,
Doubt its existence.
Intoxicated by its self poison,
Its petals began to wilt
And its stem began to droop.
It caused big black clouds to roll in,
The peace was slowly being destroyed.
The lime green grass was heavy with moisture
Beneath the charcoal sky.
Fat droplets of rain
Beat down in hard pellets,
Splashing as they hit the rain soaked earth.
Black clouds looked down on the
Swaying tree tops from above
As they bellowed a threat.
The sky cried, hurling all its pain down
With the power of a roaring waterfall.
The branches waved in the storm,
As if signaling a white flag
To Mother Nature.
The gray wind howled an eerie laugh,
Satisfied with the destruction it had caused.
The air was cold and damp like a limp dish cloth;
The earth rumbled.
The ground that had turned dusty, was now saturated with water
Beginning to form a pathetic puddle around the flower.
An absent smell hung in the wet air,
Void of all strength,
Subtle.
Confused about what was happening
The flower sunk deeper into pitiful sadness,
Never thinking it would find the strength
To raise its petals again;
‘What’s the use?’ it thought
‘Something must be wrong with me
If no one wants me for their own
In their house or in their hand.
I am ugly.
I am useless.
I am unwanted.
What’s wrong with me?!’ it wailed up to the sky
As poison raindrops fell all about it.
One drop fell ever so softly
Hissing and steaming
As it hit the ground.
Out of the mist protruded a fairy,
With wings glittering blue.
‘My dear what’s the matter?
Look at you!
Look around you my child!
Look what you have!
Look what you are destroying.
Give up the pain and exchange it for
Happiness. It does not exist without you,
Look around you,
Look at all the others you are affecting,
Everyone is hiding from the storm,
Without you, this glade wouldn’t be.
Look at you.
You are here for a reason,
Embrace it,
Fulfill it.
Stand tall my dear child,
Be proud, for you are as pretty as all the rest.
Not plucked you are for others
Are in awe of you.
Now perk up young one,
There’s a lot of life left in you,
Don’t let it go to waste!’
And off she swirled leaving the
Young blossom deep in thought.
The next day the black sky grew lighter
As if someone found a light switch
In the murky darkness,
Finally deciding to flip it on.
The clouds became colorless,
Drained of their emotion,
Sitting quietly like a child
After a tantrum.
All is quite.
All is still.
Silence rings loudly
Throughout the quiet glade.
The clouds lose their gaunt shape,
Filling out like a man
After he eats a big meal,
Hot white light shining behind them,
Struggling to break free.
The hopelessness had vanished
The depression receded
The toxins gone.
The flower spread out its petals proudly
Feeling the sun warm them
As peace reigned
Once again.