Eternal Chao

Eternally wandering through

the impossible unrealities

Taking respite a nonce

to enjoy the adventure

or in hiding caverns of woe

for a decade or so.

No dragons nor maidens have I

to return to.

Unlimited by sky,

falling as I yearn to

through luminous translucent

layers gorgeously etched

glorious

feathered and free.

Reassuring embrace; firm, gentle touch ...

I tell the ache in my heart:

break out, grow

angelic arms, malleable in form

able to reach each troubled

artery; ease the anger,

dissipate pain of insanity.

I am Mother, Daughter, Holy Crone.

I am eternally

my own.