alice in blunderland, a poem by Toni L.A. Cross

i’m alice?
i’m alice.
i’m alice in blunderland
on a course that wasn’t planned
going through the broken glass
trying not to cut my hand
just part of a shifting mass
in a lone castle of sand
i’m alice in blunderland
i’m alice.
i’m alice?

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swirling storms… Toni L.A. Cross

surrounded

by

these swirling storms

drenching me

pulling me down

but i won’t give up

i’ll use the wind

that’s set on destroying me

i’ll ride the blast

of icy breath

i’ll go higher

than i’ve ever been

above

these swirling storms

Toni L.A. Cross © 2010