Changing Poetry

I am not something real.

My heart is made of disparity.

Touch me and you shall not feel.

I once made a deal

with my mind for clarity—

I am not something real.

Castle walls made of steel.

A princess of prosperity—

Touch me and you shall not feel.

Turning of a carriage wheel.

Arriving is such a rarity—

I am not something real.

With you I cannot conceal

theses flashes of severity—

Touch me and you shall not feel.

You don’t yet know what I should reveal

so your laughter is like charity.

I am not something real.

She longs to unite the land

Through a mighty display of power.

With others she will stand,

As justice does not cower.

She will meet great resistance

From the king who wants her head;

He’s gone mad from his insistence

And from the voices of the dead.

They tell her violence isn’t the path

But she knows no other way.

Still screaming from the rath

Of the sister that never saw the day.

Many will join her force-

Many more will fight.

But no one knows, of course,

The things that haunt her in the night.

After suffering and pain,

The Crimson War ends.

The lion king dies in vain

Despite the sacrifice of friends.

She looks to the horizon

Though not a soul understands

She smiles at the sun

If I tell you your destiny

Will you believe it to be true?

Will you leave your fate to the likes of me,

Saying there’s nothing you can do?

Destiny can be changed!

Even I know that-

An Oracle derranged

By every lovers spat.

And what about me you ask?

Well that’s a different story.

Prophecies are a tiring task-

Telling the next hero’s glory.

Once I saw what was ahead

I thought I had no choice:

A lifetime predicting the dead

Telling them with my voice

So I won’t tell you what you want to hear

For your own protection

Partly for my own fear

How I wish I could be free

Like feathers dancing in the wind

But I’m tied down by a destiny

A fate that has me pinned.

And even if I could

Grow wings and soar in the sky,

They’d pin my wings together and say

We can try to make things better with temporary solutions

A bandaid on a scraped knee

Super glue for my favorite glass figurine

Flex tape fixes everything

Sew back together my little sisters teddy bear

But these are only temporary, and they don’t always work.

Eventually, I have to rip the bandaid off

Super glue can’t put together my scattered mind

Flex tape can’t fix a broken family

If you had a garden, would you fill it with just one flower?

Would you let all the others wither and die?

While you watch from your tower?

Would you let Mother Nature cry?

Or would you fill your garden with flowers like me?