I’ve seen many worlds, many realities;
varying rules and magic that define each
and the multitude of links and chains that tie
me to every single one. In mind. Within reach.
They are dreams but as dreams, they can be
nightmares too. Claustrophobic walls of the mind
shaping each fabric that I inhabit. Fear, despair,
anxiety; locks without keys—just chains and binds.
In however much the many worlds can fit,
so too must all endings play. In as many
door closed, books ended, journeys done,
so too a new one found and just as many.
NaPoWrimo April 29 prompt, in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.).
Flipped Serendipity 