The candy-coated anticipation
Shapes the rhythms
As my heart contends
With the fire in my bloodstream.
My breathing is labored
As a dazzling flower
Materializes before me
And becomes exquisite
In my hand.
I manipulate such wizardry
Into a cylindrical conduit
Of peace, love and magical bliss.
As it rushes into sweet lucidity,
Nefarious voices
And malevolent thoughts,
In forms of bubbles that
Crowd, pop and grow again
Inside my exhausted brain,
Slow dramatically.
My world, a spinning,
Self-destructive void
Of anxious fear & self-loathing,
Disappears.
In it's place,
Clarity fuses with focus
And floods any amount
Of the chaos that feeds
On damaged pieces of my brain,
Detrimental and unfixed.
Any amount of emotional derangement
Is deleted;
Erased by the smoke
That weaves and curls, dreamily,
To the Big Sky above me.
My muscles ease from the tension,
From the pain; from the weight
Of the horrid emotions
Caused by aching sorrow
And such incapacitating agony.
My melancholia is lifted,
Fades and folds into requiescence.
A beautiful smile
Graces my sleepy face;
Graces my sorrowful eyes.
It bestows on me a celestial light
That begins to glow
From deep, down within.
It radiates through every part
Of my human form.
Valhalla's essence
Explodes through my fingertips.
I touch my magic wand
To the most beautiful parchment
And powerful, grand illusions
Charm those who resonate
With the beauty of my craft.
This flower leads me
Into The Dreaming
Where I contemplate
The metamorphosis
Of Life,
Attempting to understand
The concept of Why.
I look up and watch
Sporadic clouds
As they float up in the air,
Morphing into shapes
In my imagination.
My Fated Storm has passed me by
And the Victor of the People
Loathes everything of what I am,
But, I still rise like a Phoenix
From the ashes of my flower
As it burns into my soul.
Another smile full of pride-
I have burned my feet
On the most fiery of coals
And I can keep on walking
Like a Goddess in the sunshine!
There is an abundance of gratitude
At the core of who I am.
The flavor of the burning flower
Reveals it's existence.
And you...

YOU are Mary Jane's flower
In the rooms of my heart.
Kingdoms and Empires
Crumble to the ground
As we make the sweetest of love.
Your kiss calms my anxiety
And you become
All that I envision around me.
Your touch melts my being
Into a soluble powder,
Quenching the thirst
That emanates from your skin
And I slip through your fingers,
Just until you pick me up again.
Slumber seeks my eyes.
I lay my head upon your shoulder.
You are Mary Jane's flower
And my Tree of Life.

©2023 Erin Marie Miller