Judge and Jury

The Mortal Realm
I am learning
Is full of judgement
And I wonder
Whether that is a gift we gave them

I wonder whether the quick decision
To dislike anything that disrupts the status quo
Is mortal
Or fae

Sickly sweet words from the mouths
of sharp beaked creatures
Desecrating the air with lies
That bring bile to my mouth
Sting my eyes and make me glad
That home is home is barred.

The filth that steps forward
To claim my space
Greets death willingly
Climbing upon the poisoned Ivy to do its bidding.

Were it not for the Mantra in my ear
I would have left
Few know what it’s like to be exiled
Fewer still understand the pain
That grows wth the knowledge that the place I leave behind
Is the worse for losing me, not I it.

Tears prick my lids unbidden
I loathe the deceitful creature crowing from the stage
And yet my loathing bursts at the seams with pity.

The nightmares flow thick and fast
Sleep is a memory for the Impure Prince
bars my entry to what was.

Even in dreams I feel no respite.
Even in dreams I despair.

My only solace is in Mantra
Or hiding in Mercutio’s arms
to wait out the darkness
Lost in touch, lost in thought
Was I a bird once?
Chirping, throat full of lies I was fed
To regurgitate for the young?

The Mortal Realm
I am learning
Is chock full of judgement.
With no balance
From a jury.