Written in 2011
As soon as the words leapt from my mouth like some dancing flame I couldn’t control,
I wanted to scream: I LIED!
But my mouth swallowed my words, and my tongue swelled so I could no longer speak.
I have fallen down some Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole
Caught in between a world I desire which I’ll never have and some stark reality which is playing tricks on me.
How can I be the only one deceived by these mismarked potion bottles?
When I drink the one which says courage, I grow smaller. When I drink the one marked power, I become a pawn.
However, unlike Alice I was not drowning in my own tears. It is not my sorrow I fear, but my words.
And I’m not a dumb blond like Alice, easily confused and fooled by people.
I see that Cheshire cat, always willing to smile at me; I’m never willing to smile back.
(Once upon a time were the words that I spoke.)
I drink tea like the Mad Hatter and I’m wicked like the Queen.
Maybe the best place for me is the Rabbit Hole, where I can pretend it’s all a dream, and soon I’ll wake up on the banks of that flowing river – well-rested with an attitude adjustment, and some new found appreciation like Dorothy after she returns from Oz.
If only lessons were so easily learned as in fairy tales.
The Halfwit Writer 