Purple clouds
floating overhead
Bring dreams of royalty –
Purple mantle descends
And a princess is born
Stepping out
Along a flower strewn pathway,
Living the dream of every little girl.
Maybe if she climbs up into this splendour
This castle in the air
will solidify
Maybe if I climb
The purple dreams will wrap me around
and I’ll stay safe.
© Rosalie Miller
Yelling at myself again
‘How can you be so weak?’
Can’t help but wonder
Can’t help but feel
Am I a hypochondriac of the mind,
Is my weakness an excuse?
I can’t change,
Or I don’t?
Not in control
…Or am I?
Still no closer to freeing myself
Maybe even deeper entangled
Answers
Like moths
Hovering there
Flit away
Out of my grasp
Leaving me empty-handed
Or perhaps empty-headed.
© Rosalie Miller 2006
I have a boss I do not like
Who rules my life
With an iron fist
Who rules my mind
With an iron fist.
This sinking feeling sucks me down.
My boss builds walls
To keep me in
Oh God,
I feel my strength is gone,
And I comply.
I bow my head
And walk, one foot in front
And then the next
I stay inside the concrete walls
The cardboard walls
The imaginary walls
I have no strength to break.
© Rosalie Miller 2006
