hesitant to start

from nothing

 

until pixie dust

sprouts fairy wings

 

blossoming like petals of 

rainbow-colored daisies,

 

freedom of flight

away from years

 

spent tick-tocking apart

empty dreams, unravelling

 

into cascading ribbons

released upon the breeze,

 

floating gently into

a dark nothingness

 

that only exists

down a rabbit hole

 

where consequences end

and wonderland begins,

 

if I so choose, 

a place to let go

 

any past holding

myself prisoner

 

from all I 

was meant to be.