Claudia Krizay

Rookie - 48 Points (1/28/1956 / Washington DC)

The Hands Of Time - Poem by Claudia Krizay

If I could turn back the hands of time, I could recall those days when
I had locked the doors to the outside world. I had closed my eyes to reality and had
Fabricated a world where I had become the queen of a land where
The skies were cerulean blue at the beginning every new day,
Mountains of madness were not to be seen,
I never cried a river of tears, there was nothing to fear and
People were trustworthy and I was never misunderstood-
Proudly walking beneath the subtle light of the moon's shadow,
I could always envision before me a rainbow enlightening my horizon-
This was my home and my home was my castle,
Silence ruled, with the exception perhaps of
Light symphonies of music that would settle as would
Dewdrops upon grass never greener reflecting the light
Of the sun at the dawning of every new day-
At the dawning of each new day I would watch the sun as it would playfully
Chase away the dim light of the stars as flames upon candles being snuffed out.
Every moment would progressively seem brighter and I would ask myself
Was this magic that had carried me away from the
Populated, threatening and terrifying world outside and
Lead me towards this magnificent safe haven?
I find myself wondering where I had placed the key
That would somehow unlock the door to this place of my dreams?
I have called myself a terrified soul, stricken by a meteor of insanity-
No longer knowing which direction in which to turn?
If I could turn back time to those days, I would, when I had that key
Tucked safely inside the world of my imaginings and had
Escaped those mountains of madness, on the run from the horrors of veracity-
I had painted with vibrant colors inside of my mind a world where
There was nothing to fear and I could hide beneath the shadow of the moon,
Watch the stars fade into the darkness as the sun rose, its brilliant light
Reflecting in a river of crystalline clear water where I could see my mirror image-
Always laughing and never weeping-guided by that rainbow on the horizon-
Today I call myself a spirit misguided by the misfortunes of the vast world outside,
Trying to find my way back towards those days where I was queen of a world
Where there was nothing to fear. Now I am crying that river of tears of dismay
Hoping this river shall transform to that crystalline clarity of days gone by
Where I can unmistakably see my reflection?
Here I would board a ship that shall carry me home to the land where
I can walk beneath the shadow of the moon, until the sun rises for me alone, so that
I can turn back the hands of time towards fortune, as
I unlock that door to freedom once more, leaving my fears behind

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2013

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