Frozen Dreams

We sabotage 
Watching our body parts in glass jars
Pickled yet untickled 
Glinting shards of nickel 

There’s an energy of distruction here 
In a laboratory so clean and clear 
Our body parts 
Unloved by the queen of hearts 

We beat ourselves up 
We don’t fill up our own cup 
There’s an empty nest 
Where we thow our emotions we detest 

There are no more eggs 
No more chicks to be fed 
Just an empty space 
Filled with disgrace 

No projects born 
Shattered fields filled with the unborn 
A place where the imagination died 
When trying to be a stepford wife 

Creative dreams 
Died their death in our spleens 
Resentment drives the bus 
In nothing do we trust 

When we dig up the field 
To explore the absent yield 
We find the sacks of our dreams 
In an underground frozen stream 

How can we water these frozen dreams ?
How can we allow them to be seen ?
Can we nourish them with love ?
So suggest the gods from above 

Written by Zoe LL