Wisdom’s Hard-Won Truth.
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“I have wandered to and fro… I have met so many diverse characters along the way; perhaps you can tell me… whatever is the point of it all?” ~ Alice
“No one can decipher your dream, child… but you.” ~ Cheshire Cat
Alice warped to planet earth
Wormhole weaves filled her with mirth
Forgot her game upon her birth
Lost her sense of inner worth
Life’s events just made things worse
Broke her crown and drained her purse
Trauma’s story she’d rehearse
Recovery’s track derailed her hearse
All that pain? Writes giggle’s verse
Experience’s story? Rich, diverse
Imperfection, wisdom’s nurse
Find the blessing in the curse
Alice faced with many roads
Seeking Princes, kissing toads
Reminders of abuse bestowed
Depression’s weight a weary load
Met some cats along the way
Bent on leading her astray
Chaos ruled and fed the fray
Fear of life rewrote the play
All her colors drained to gray
Alice began to rue the day
Unbearable became her stay
Her greatest wish? To run away
Vilified and called insane
Scorned by those with lesser brains
Shape shifting her name to fame
Detached, the witness she became
Everything seemed so inane
Anything to kill the pain
Lose the shame, reframe the blame
Find a reason to remain
Seeking wisdom to feel sane
A missing link to mend her chain
Boots to walk the muddied lanes
Forgiveness to remove dirt’s stains
Occasionally she played the Queen
Sometimes the Hatter’s broken seam
Perhaps the Rabbit Velveteen?
Sometimes the Jabberwocky’s scream
Could she awaken from this dream?
Relight the brightness in her beam?
What was the point? What could it mean?
Was anything what at first it seemed?
Seeking serious explanations
For earth’s apparent aberrations
Vanity’s precarious aspirations
Intellectual masturbations
Planet Insanity’s derangements
Captain Obvious’ entertainments
Ego’s conscious rearrangements
Infatuation with Id’s engagements
Addictive emotional equations
Relations stuck on sense sensations
Real love’s without predication
Commitment requires dedication
Every heart’s slow burning fuse
Living story’s inner muse
It’s all about the moves you choose
Some you win and some you lose
Short on compassion, long on tooth?
Wisdom’s hard-fought bitter truth?
Dogma’s default a fools forsooth
Compassion fruit of experience’s proof
Wisdom’s paid from mistake’s dues
Life’s found in the spectrum’s hues
Not a gift to be abused
Shift your focus, write new cues
History cannot rewind
We’re all deaf leading the blind
Unless you have an open mind
What you seek is what you’ll find
Eternity can scarce remind
Of the home you’ve left behind
Remind the dark you’ve always shined
Diamond’s beauty, coal refined.
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