She Watches From Her Lofty Height
Willing us to believe
She looks on from above the clouds
As she plays in her new world, laughing gaily
Looking down upon the world of concrete
Saddened by the destructiveness of mankind
And the effect on the lay of the land.
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She once lived down there
Innocent and in the arms of family
Until one fateful day
Where she was ripped from that world
From her family, from her life.
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There are days she swings from the cloudy sky
Gum boots adorning her tiny feet
Long blonde hair held back in a scrunchy
Keeping it from her eyes
As she gazes upon madness and mayhem.
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She holds no fear
Knowing she has lived through the worst
Should she fall from aloft
She’ll be caught in loving hands
And placed gently back on her swing.
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She misses her earth born family
Waiting for that special day to arrive
Unification sometime within their future
As for her, days now stand still
Time will always be on her side.
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Chaos reins on the earth bound
She wonders if they realise the futility of it all
The attempt at control a thinly veiled dream
One they’ll never achieve in this life
With knowledge they deny.
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She descends, offering her hugs and love
To complete strangers
But they’re unaware, shrugging off the support
As anxiety creeps about it’s day
Infecting all at will.
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She needs us to change our belief systems
Wake to the world with fresh eyes
Stop and feel the sunshine on our burdened shoulders
Lightening the load
Discovering we are never truly alone.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (4)
What a message that needs to be heard! Beautiful. You're a very talented poet :)
Fabulous. How I wish we would listen.
As always great poetry from a Top Creator
I wish for the same things too! This poem was fantastic!