Erin

All of a sudden im feeling a lot like Dorothy

im not in kansas anymore

a storm brought me here, out of the blue

And now everythings different

Unfortunately my yellow brick road doesn’t appear to lead anywhere,

And my witches, figurative and literal, aren’t dead,

I know my Glenda isn’t far away, but i can’t seem to find her

The colors are so vivid, sometimes they blind me,

Inside I long for my old black and white

You amnesia cuts like knives

And my heart is bursting at the seams

I might just need a new one

And some new courage and brains wouldn’t hurt either

I’d cry, but my tears are all used up

Jabs from every angle,

but i’ve gotten used to the scrapes

they’re only revealing a deeper piece of me

I just put on a bandaid covered in smiles,

and no one can ever tell

I have my ruby slippers

but right now all they’re doing is making my feet sore

All that glitters isn’t gold

So many wizards have proved disapointments

Some even dissinigrating in my hands

Now they’re dust on the wind

No one will ever stand firm on them

Theres one wizard that is a rock

And that is what saves me daily

Somewhere over the rainbow

Now its just a dream

But someday i hope it will solidify

And everything will come rushing back to me

In: Musings | | #