Her Exaltation

Why isn’t the world swirling with hope - why isn’t
the office bright in the expectation of the holidays
to come, I asked my Beloved who just shrugged;
a fellow soldier scoffed at my idea but she scoffs
at everything I say, shrinking me with a withering
look – scornful of my ideal to become a visionary
and look at dreams instead of the iron-clad reality
we live in; she offers darkness as living space

It provides a great background for lodestar dreams,
yet my desire is reconciliation, I regard her antipathy
as invitation to find the source of her discontent and
fear of life and freedom - fear to drive alone, fear of
admitting that ALL people are equal and individuals
are powerful in themselves; I interpret her symptoms
of dependence as I have problems with it also, I see
how the soldier next to me navigates life’s trenches

Hiding herself in the glory of her hero & referring to
him as the godliness determining her life’s purpose,
her illusion of his grandeur exalting her as cherished
treasure of her Prince, while I pledged my allegiance
to the Lord and Master of the Crocodile Castle - who
gave me my own jalopy with which to instil fear in the
unwary slackers on the road - the soldier next to me
lives under a safe coverlet - without interfering kids

Maybe she loves her exaltation so much, she does
not care about freedom and empowerment…