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Silvery, lacey, and light as air A spider’s web Designed to entice,
entrance, snare and trap silky precious fragile but stronger than I could ever be with one touch I could
break it and let loose all my bad dreams and demons into the world
One by one they’d fall
Harming any innocent man, woman, or child in their path my wrath would destroy anyone who dare
cross me my tears would drown all those who couldn’t swim
If the web is broken it wouldn’t be my fault that the dreamcatcher wasn’t strong
enough to hold everything in neither am I.
One touch and then I am trapped in its silvery, silky, treacherous
clutches Stuck there with demons and monsters nothing but nightmares, hatred and darkness
Nowhere to go
Struggling to move away only makes it worse. Should I just wait to be devoured by the monsters in my dreamcatcher? I
have no choice I can not leave Me and my demons are one in the same If they destroy me, they die with me. In the
end, I know I will win.
Erika Steele (c) 2004
Dreams
In my dreams a little girl cries out for me to help her. She is looking for her way home. Without question, I help
her. I walked with her, unitl we came to the forest entrance. The trees are thick and twisted. I get the feeling
that if I keep going, I may never come back out.
There are monsters in those woods. I stop. She points to the woods. I shake my head. She says, "I came from
that way and then I got lost." I say, "but there are monsters in there." She lets go of my hand. She says, "I knew
you wouldn’t help" She runs away from me into the dark of the woods.
I let her go. At least for now I am safe from the monsters. There is only me, the moon and the Cheshire Cat.
Erika Steele © 2004
The Doors
Behind the door are monsters I know what’s happening there I am trapped and unable to
move Unable to talk Unable to comprehend I am being devoured by monsters
Outside the door I am safe I can’t go inside I won't go inside To save the girl trapped
there It is too late I am safe I think I am safe I leave her there because I want to be safe
And now, Years later, She is still trapped there She is still angry And scared I can’t
blame her. I’d be angry, too If I knew The world forgot me.
Erika Steele © 2004
Me and the Devil
You brought me here I followed you willingly You promised me warmth You promised me safety You promised me beauty
So why did you leave me in darkness?
You did this to me I closed my eyes I turned my back for a second And your turned into a demon A monster With claws My eyes My soul My spirit Gone in your mouth
Why did you want me to die?
You gave this to me When I was empty When you sucked away everything you could When I hadn’t the strength
to refuse You gave me this Ugly, dirty, disgusting Vile, foul, hating Angry, writhing, killing thing That I could not name You promised me gold But you brought me here into your ugly cold world When mine was so
warm. You brought me here You left me here Frightened Lost And broken Without a voice and without eyes To find my way home You left me here in a world Where monsters and demons were real
You did this to me
You made me ugly And dirty and stupid You made me voiceless And soulless and spiritless
You made me hide from the monsters in my closet again
You made me afraid to look under the bed I knew you were hiding
there with the dust bunnies Waiting to take what precious little was left of me. You
made me want to disappear
You gave this to me
A lesson in how to hate A lesson in how to destroy A lesson in how to bring down everything and everyone A lesson in how
the world really was A lesson that monsters were real. You
gave me fantasies that you would die by my hands Just like you destroyed me.
I brought myself here so I could save myself from you. So
I could protect myself from the monsters I brought myself here so I could never feel
the things that I never thought would happen. I
brought myself here to drown underneath the ice I brought myself here to disappear
I did this to me
I became the hated So nobody would think that I was special So nobody would ever see me So I would be small and unimportant So I would be nothing. So that I would never be raped again,
I brought myself here so I could rescue me from me. So that
I could see that you were gone. So that I could see that you did not control me So that I could see that you were not hiding with the dust bunnies So that I could stop raping myself.
I did this for me.
I melted the ice that held the pain frozen in my heart. I
destroyed the demon that made me hate me, you, the world and God. I pulled myself
from the darkness. I resurrected my soul and spirit.
I opened my eyes.
I forgave you for what you did. Hating you only made me like
you Not forgiving kept me tied to the hate you gave me You
are not worth my thoughts You are not strong enough to destroy me.
I did this for me.
I made the choice to love you instead of hating you. I gave
myself the right to love The right to live The
right to be beautiful Sexy and strong I gave
myself a new voice I rebuilt my world. I
gave myself the right to feel. The right to mourn the person I lost. The right to rejoice for the person that survived. The right to let
myself be loved. I gave myself the right to be whole again.
© Erika Steele, 2003
Winter
I was simply looking for a warm place to lay my head. I was tired and sore from dragging
these things with me. My dress worn, my feet and hands were frost bitten. My lips were dry. I was Ugly. These things were
so heavy; a place to put them down would be nice. I thought there was someone who could take these things from and they could
do whatever they like with them. If I died before I woke, at least I would know there was one warm place on Earth. One warm
place left after the day the sun plunged into the sea and the moon’s tears froze wherever they fell. I thought after
walking for seven days I could rest. I thought.
I thought God wouldn’t help me. I thought maybe I made a mistake of thinking there was a heaven
and I know I know there is only the way it is. The way my eyes see the world and no matter how hard I try I can’t make
the grass greener than what it is. I can’t make the ice break beneath my feet just because I know there is a warm place
hiding underneath it.
I carried my father’s hand with me in my pocket with all these other things. If there was a
warm place I could give it all away. I thought in this warm place there would be Prince Charming on his great white horse.
Then I remembered those trapped in the desert want shade and ice. Well, they can have all the shade and all the ice they want.
They can have all they can carry away from my frozen world. Just for one look at the sun again.
I was there when it fell. I saw it fall. I saw it fall. It was so fast and all the colors went away
with it. Everything turned grey and blue. Dark dark blue. If I had learned to skate maybe I could get out of this. Maybe I
could find my way to the lake shore. Maybe I wouldn’t be stuck out here in the middle.
I just gave up one day when I couldn’t walk anymore. When I came to the edge of the world. I
had no choice but to stay or to jump. It was too far to walk back into the ice. There was only ice. How was I supposed to
know what I would find and what I would feel if I found anything at all.
I remember I felt my heart sinking with the sum, and since my soul had nowhere to live it left too.
I spent my life going through the motions. They came and they went and nothing mattered. Now when I look back I wish I could
have opened my eyes. Maybe just maybe all the times my eyes were closed in a blink the sun decided to shine. Wouldn’t
it be a shame if I missed it because my eyes got too tired from waiting until the icicles melted? Just maybe I let the ice
get too thick too feel the sun anymore. I can’t so I just sit down. I can’t go on anymore. If I closed my eyes
forever everything would be the same when I opened them again.
Erika Machan Steele © 1997
Still Winter
I waited and I waited in the ice and in the wind. The sun never came. I waited counting snowflakes.
I waited with my head up. I waited with my head down. I dreamed a dream of sunshine and flowers, only to wake in the snow.
I waited for the sun to return. It never really came. For a second in my dreams, but I wake to find my world still buried
in the ice and snow of Winter.
I looked back and my footprints had been covered by ice and snow. Had I really sat here for that long?
Can I really not go home? The sunshine was a dream, or maybe the snow is all just a dream. Maybe I can’t wake up. Maybe
I am not really frozen here. Maybe I am not really lost. Maybe my mind was frozen in an dark dream.
I wonder how I got here in the first place. I wonder with my footsteps gone how would I find my way
home. Why did I come here to this land with no sun? Then I remember the sun was taken from me. The sun went away. I would
never walk away from the light that warmed my face. This is not the snow from my childhood where I searched for twin flakes.
This snow is unending, unyielding, unmerciful, and I can’t see the Earth below my feet. I can’t see where I came
from and I don’t know where I am going. I am just here. I am abandoned. My home was burned with the sinking sun.
I wonder, if I moved forward, would I find my way out of Winter. I wondered if I ran back with all
my might could I get back to the place where I lost my sun. The latter was impossibly impossible. I could not bring back time
and restore life to my long dead world. Move forward into the unknown it would be. Would I find rebirth? Would I find signs
of life? Would I just find more snow? Could I grow wings and fly? Would I just die? Would it always just be Still Winter for
me? I can’t see past the snow. I wait here.
Erika Steele © 2002
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