Absolution is the hole in which Alice fell through

before she realized she could fly. You are not her

contrast, but her equal. A fair maiden who after

delving into the sea defenseless found the

equilibrium of the water shattering to your worldview.

 

Fretfully young, and tired, in a world that expects the

greatness you desire to impress them as much as it satiates you.

Harnesses meant to take your energy and soar, lose

impact when they place you exactly where you began.

Jaded and dazed as life moves forward.

 

Knowing you as the star they would rather burn out and

leave behind than present to the world, because the

mirrors they cling to only reflect what they can control.

Nevertheless, you are as powerful as they say, and your words

offer those of us with no wills the opportunity to fly.

 

Perfection is only a person’s imagination and yet here you are quintessential in my
very existence of being soulful and beautiful.

Really it’s a shame. Guides willing to pass you by will one day

seeing that their first mistake was lingering at the sidelines tentatively.

 

Then it was being unable to grasp how authentic and

unique magic can be found anywhere. Including the

verse smile you hide behind. The warm gaze of a

woman whose art they could only hope to produce. Their

xenophilia could never cage you into someone stoic and uninteresting.

Yearning was created to graze the heights you reach. It is never

zaniness that keeps me eager to witness your life. It is just you.