The Chains of Imagination

The birds they come and they go.

Just like the seasons, you cannot get too attached to them.

But that’s what I like about birds

They never stay grounded for too long
I was always familiar with their need to leave

Always escaping the earth in search of something better

Something above what is seen

It was something I was born knowing how to do

Or rather was it something I learned how to do?

Perhaps the abuse taught me how to fly into the clouds

One may never know why or how

I can only haphazardly discern from fragmented memories

I learned how to dissociate early

I could leave the ground and fly up high into the sky where no one could get me

Higher and higher I would sore within the realms of my imagination

Why such hate for the imagination?

It is something that is always there and will always be there

For the sad souls whose life is to much to bear

It keeps us safe, and it keeps us secure

Having your head in your clouds

Designated for those too tortured to be on earth

We preach the present moment

For many the present moment is too painful

The imagination continues to be there for us

So many souls knowing there is more for themselves

Yet we are bounded down and caged by the past and present

Our experiences meticulously destructed

Captors coming in and ravaging us for a profit

Body parts, pieces of meat, to be consumed

Annihilating who we are

And celebrating dehumanization

I was always a confused little girl

I could always see the destruction of the world

Yet I was forced to be blind

I became an unhappy and tortured soul

Dreaming of flying away

Yet I could never achieve flight

My wings so worn, and burnt without ever flying

Yet I can’t quite discern why

Irregardless I had become what I had always feared

I became a caged bird

A bird of too many broken lives before

The bird I swore I would never be

It was just like everyone told me

I would never be able to fly

This tore my soul to pieces

Yet, within the realms of my imagination

I could fly all I wanted

So it is there that I retreated

Invested in living there until eternity

Until I had my own birds to care for

Little birds birthed from my own soul

It was then that I learned

You cannot stay in the imagination forever

Imagination is a beautiful thing,

It is irresistible in times of hardship

It is beautiful in times of decay

But it is also dangerous to those who wish to make it that way

You cannot stay there for too long

Or you may be imprisoned there for all eternity

Its a fucked up experience

When the thing that you once clung to to survive becomes your enemy

Too much consumption

It always Inevitably turns poisonous over time

I slowly realized this after bringing new souls to the world

That I can no longer live within the realms of my imagination

My imagination that once freed me from the cage

Eventually became my new cage

And with this realization

I began to see that the imagination is also where my captors live

The imagination of our their own inner worlds

Constantly playing out in our fucked up reality

No one is immune to the distortion

So out of the realms of the air and imagination I emerge

To fight in real time for the here and for the now

No longer satisfied with my imaginative world

I am here to create a new reality

So my own children can come back down earth

And live in a a better place

A place where our imagination is not the only refuge left for humanity