The Will To Survive
"The Will to Survive"
It was a peaceful time
back then in the dreams
that were once
our prepossessing future.
sands of time
dragged under our bare feet
while the crystal clean warm ocean
of life that once was, washed over
our carefree summers
in mermaid caves in the times
of the dolphin queen and
the starfish huntress.
treasures
were contained
in wish jars and
sooner than later,
lids frisbee thrown,
were released graciously
from over-protective hands
and the captives launched
escape to their own
concept of freedom;
we were all in elementary school
back then, holidaying,
where swaying beach trees
whispered their secrets in
cool calm breezes listening
to the laughter of small children,
songs flew like pelicans and
in the air
we all breathed,
there remained the exotic
perfume
of golden wattle, bottle brushed banksia,
and in the garlands of seaspray,
the sweetness of
untainted wild honey
from bees,
that didn’t sting poison,
like small machines
in nightmares, capturing all
our waking moments,
drawing blood like parasites
and seeding Morgellan fibres
under our skin
all seeing and breathing.
treacherous
surveillance
was the state,
it had no place
in the microcosm of an
idealised fantasy
wanting to be
free and real.
we were monitored
and ankle tagged
as criminal specimens
audited in a
prison planet.
the child
eventually grew, sadly
its shadow overtook
the beautiful monster,
darkness
has a way of doing that,
it manipulates,
colludes and grooms,
it shapes one
to blend in
and the
fast losing unaware
become something other,
variously deceived
by then,
they are the last to learn
that rumours of the
perpetuating familial lineage,
of the calculated
bloodlines, genetically
were revealed to be
unfortunate and true,
imprinting the
stratosphere blueprint
for the impressions
of a slow evolving, yet
swift betrayal,
no less than
by that which was held
most dear and close.
first there was trust,
then there was betrayal.
you cannot have one
without the other.
you cannot be betrayed
by someone you do not trust.
the saddest thing,
it never comes from enemies.
those who don't know
the value of loyalty,
can never appreciate
the cost of betrayal.
the house of cards, fallen,
in that long
past chapter
back then
in the quaint dreams
of our prepossessing future;
that awakening
arrived
far far too late
from the bright blues
of a hemisphere plummeting
sullied on our once shining horizons.
the sucking of gravity
blew us out of the race
entirely.
the gate
had been
opened to
beautiful monsters
and closed to us,
and those confident
beautiful monsters
embraced
their full glory.
they
no longer had the need
to pretend that
fairy tales and
mothers mattered.
they graduated
to another level.
cruel machinations
bulldozing over the dreams
and hopes of absent others.
rank and file
is determined
by their new
freedom of choice,
their will to survive.
Love took a battering,
but like Love -
Love stood firm
never an inch
did it move.
it remained,
unconquered and
unwavering.
of course, the realists
claim Love was in denial.
the beautiful monsters
created a new world of
their own
trying to locate
kinder hearts to
build their new
beautiful monster
home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2022
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