When I look at my dad, I see me, when I <br />speak, I hear my mother’s voice, when I <br />look at my hands, stocky and short, I see <br />my father’s hands, when I sing, I hear my <br />mother’s song, like my dad in appearance <br />but like my mother in sound, my mother is <br />music, my father poetry, yet the two <br /> <br />Never got along, no wonder I never got on <br />with either of them, I have lived in my own <br />world since I was small, when I try to leave <br />sharing my thoughts with others, my sand <br />castles crumble, my soap bubbles burst - <br />feeling naked and sad, alone, abandoned; <br />I immediately return to my mental citadel <br /> <br />Where no-one can get me, no feeling can <br />reach, no-one can hurt me, I have a secret <br />castle of quantum physics more mysterious <br />than the lore of the ancients, legends and <br />myths that feed my soul, a source of af- <br />fection and energy that keeps me strong <br />when reality strangles life out of me <br /> <br />Every time real-life events kill a dream, I <br />find spiritual books assuring me a vision <br />is more valid than physical things, I look <br />at fearsome ghosts and scary phantoms <br />conjured by fancy, I can make them real <br />or let them go by offering them love and <br />- I actually DO love them <br /> <br />For the role they play, keeping me en- <br />sconced in a dream that one day there <br />will be a world of unconditional love in <br />which spirits like me will exist happily... <br /> <br /> <br />Song: <br /> <br />“Listen to the ocean, echo’s of a million <br />sea shells, forever it’s in motion, moving <br />to a rhythmic and unwritten music that’s <br />played eternally...” <br />*<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-06-18-castle/
