Cotton Paper World: A Myth and a Dream

Cotton Paper World:  A Myth and a Dream

A cotton paper covered world

for a retarded little girl

no sharp edges to cut her

no street wise punks to fuck her

a pretty little world

for a pretty little girl

all pink peppermint and

cuddly bunny toys.

She imagines daddy

tucking her in at night:

"No darling, don't take fright.

See, the dark corners are

nothing but shadowlands

brimming with stories of

faeries in flight,

angels of the night

to hold your soul for God

until morning

protecting you with His light."

And daddy and God combine

in her dreams.

She's safe in their arms

and their love.

It's so pretty here in my dreams.

Nothing to fear, here in my dreams.

My world rearranges itself

to suit my fantasy.

Here is love;

here is peace;

here is a big bright flying balloon

carrying me over oceans and islands.

Look at the wavecaps, frothy and white,

so friendly, waving above the rocky shore.

It must be like Heaven,

so open, so free, so inspiring.

Hello waves; hello rocks; hello me

flying into cotton paper clouds.

All wrapped up in a big red bow,

I open the present.

Is it a cotton paper dream?

Is it me, fully grown,

emerging, ready for battle,

from my own mind?