It’s All For The Best, a Test: A Contemplative Freestyle Poem

I’m looking at the game board and I’m wondering.
What is a queen without a king, covering and protecting,
while she whispers wisdom’s power softly into future kings of new strategy…
Right now I can only be grateful to be hidden from this ravenous beast we live in,
lest the enemy find me and dig in like it has to my siblings,
my precious playmates. one by one plucked from me.

To life let vengeance be, but I’m asking, avenge these, please,
I will rest in this peace, knowing I’m nothing like this place in the least,
I can’t seem to fit in. So, good riddance, I say, won’t play a game rigged against me.
I sit and spin into another dimension, asking for comprehension, please,
Revelation to rise and meet me through the insanity surrounding to confound things.

What’s this new thought thundering, they’re here for a plundering?
The shadow king is rising? How silly, the sun will only burn it away.
I find myself rolling my eyes at the lunacy, it makes no sense to me.
Maybe that’s the point, to show how confused and scared are the sheep.
That all they can do is spread dis-ease, I find myself no longer listening.

Dancing, it seems to be a theme, the answer to everything,
and to think, it came to me in a dream, slipped in through my sleep to reprogram me.
The house is on fire while I’m spiraling beautifully, immersed in a protective coating,
Or something because I wasn’t burning, it’s like, the flames could only lick me, playfully.
As if dancing with me while biting into my surroundings, captivated by curiosity over the anomaly.
while I’m dancing nothing can burn me, so… what’s the analogy?

I guess none was needed, what a profoundly simple picture it painted for me.
On waking, I felt like running with the wind, blending with the breeze,
and rising above the grumbling rumbling beneath my rushing feet
as good music consumes my entire being, becoming wings soaring inside of me.

And because I thought of it magically, I found myself powered into doing it with ease.