My Prison
Can't you hear me?
I scream ..., I cry.
Don't you see me?
I look out, I see, I feel.
Here inside I am slowly dying.
Release me from this cruel prison,
I am trapped.
Captive inside this monstrous slab of marble.
Ah, I feel the bite of the brutal chisel.
You form me , you shape me.
NO! NO! That is not me.
Are you mad ? Are you blind ?
What is this grotesque form I see ?
It is not me!
If only you could see with the eyes of your heart.
You could then see the real me...
so deep within this gaol.
The elegant hands ..so smoothe..
so soothing.. and healing to the touch.
The soft curve of my hips,
The sleek columns of my legs.
Long hair of satin fire,
Eyes of finest jade.
Skin of translucscent alabaster,
My heart of purest gold,my spirit..
ethereal as the wind dancing on distant stars.
Dressed in amethystine velvet,
I spread my plumed wings..
Glistening like opals in the sun.
That is me.
Who is this freak ?...What have you done ?
Please, perform your sculptor's magic..
though how that chisel causes me anguish.
It is savage ,it sears like liquid fire.
It slowly chips away..reluctantly revealing..bit by bit.
Wait! There..yes..you see..you finally see.
Yes !..I am taking form.
Ah..Gradually my freedom comes.
An eternity it seems.
Release me...my Pygmalion,
liberate me..set me free.
free to fly Night's vellute' sky..to dance to Nature's symphony..
Free to be Stardancer..
Free to be..finally me.
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4/10/98
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