Abandoned the fort
Phyllis is not a prisoner
in her body no more.
No more tormentors
in the shape of prescriptions or pills
No more asking
who's gonna foot the bill.
Phyllis has flushed her purse
down the toilet
along with her false teeth
Phyllis is no longer locked up
in her body
Phyllis is free.
She is no longer the shadow
poised in the doorway of my memory
She is no longer the siren
luring me into a fantasy.
Phyllis is the lady
that gave birth to me.
Phyllis is this gift
wrapped in the purple ribbon of mystery.
the road to Oz
Maybe.
I tread carefully
My eyes meet her eyes
recognizing
inspecting
wanting her to tie together
the loose ends that
each of my trembling hands are holding.
The anchor I dreamed of
is now a balloon drifting
this way and that
up there in the breeze
of another realm.
Who else could have delivered me here?
Into the contradictions, emotions
and confusing miracles
that we children from Heaven
call "Life".
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