Sloughing
The hand print -mine
Leaves behind
The childhood boogie man and the crack monster.
No more walls to fear
Walls are just walls.
The inner child is tired, growing old
Without play, without laughter
She could be ‘mother time’ or ‘father time’ from the novel.
Time has gone and wasted too many years
None are left
None can be borrowed back
Cry one more time for the girl child
And the hand is done.
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Sloughing the DNA form a multitude of cells, the old dry, flaking skin has become like a crystal frozen wall, a heavy weight. I see blurred feelings in nice neat cut out letters through the sparking ice. I am stuck inside - the wall has become so very thick. I cannot get out. I bang, I pound - I want out! The wall that once protected me, that I built with discarded pieces of used sheet rock are now my self made prison. My heart is almost frozen, my soul keeps it warm with the stroke of a match flame.
My hand touches the door, nothing! Suddenly I feel a great heat like burning sand, mid-day, on a distant southern beach. I want to pull back, but I feel the sensation creeping up my arm and into my shoulder. The hair follicles on my head feel this. From my head it moves through up toward my face and down again, to my torso and legs. A frightening experience is taking place as this sensation is coming back up, from my toes and back to where it began.
My hand is free - I shake it vigorously. Beside the great door is a mirror and I see my reflection. I touch my face all a glow and refreshed. I notice a brightness within my eyes along with a brighter blue green color. The silver in my hair shines like tinsel on a Christmas tree. Washed away are the subconscious shadows of childhood past. It has been returned to those who created it.
i love that bedroom furniture!