Inward Retreat
written by: Sheri M. Stewart
The world may sling
painful knives at my heart
yet inwardly I sing
imagination doesn’t depart.
The world may fill with sorrows
yet my mind it can not defeat
my heart creeps upward to borrow
a childhood Wonderland’s retreat.
Yes, some may call me crazy
and such ways to you seem hazy,
but here a fairy, there a troll
gallivanting gleefully, as happily I stroll…
Marvel at my smile of wonder
while life beats at wounded breast
my mind’s retreat I quietly plunder
while reality sees roiling unrest.
You see I have not forgotten
what a child naturally knows
we chose impressions begotten
and direct imagination’s flow.
Yes, some may call me crazy
and such ways to you seem hazy,
but here a fairy, there a troll
dancing delightfully, as happily I stroll…
Adults erase the pathways
from a dream’s surreal release
and over time the ways decay
until the birth of dreams cease.
Reality impresses upon the mind
this, the only way we’re allowed to remit
until inward impression we only can find
and outward escape we won’t permit.
Yes, some may call me crazy
and such ways to you seem hazy,
but here a fairy, there a troll
frolicking festively, as happily I stroll…
These ways you may not remember
but take my hand, I’ll show you how
reverse conscious flow, become a dissenter
and I bet you can find it now.
Because there it always sits
awaiting a befuddled return
to awakening of ideas and wits
to rekindle inspiration and burn.
Yes, some may call me crazy
and such ways to you seem hazy,
but here a fairy, there a troll
cavorting cheerfully, as happily I stroll…
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