The Journey Home

by

Diane Klammer

I am called Dorothy.
Victim of "Element Kidnap"
I was shaken up
Inside my own home,
Taken up into a spiraling vortex
Of drugs and spells,
I confronted witches without
My little dog Toto.

I am called Scarecrow.
I falter on uncertian footing.
Windblown, alone,
Fragile in unknown journeying
I contemplate,
Within my strawfilled memories,
Unverifable explainations.

I am called Tinman.
I follow my malleable heart
Made beat and scraped
By bent metal.
I foolishly love
Those who break me.

I am called Lion.
Soft to the touch,
I hide behind
Ferocious roars of thunder,
Holding my panic
Beneath a coat of anger.

I am called Emerald.
Polished and presentrd,
I am pushed over the edge.
I shatter
Into sharp gleaming shards
Glued together
By bleeding hands
Of desperation.

I am called Puzzles.
I am mixed up within
Old dusty boxes
Hidden torn and held
Together by worn
Rubber bands.
I cannot be found.
I cannot be solved.

I am called Chosen.
I meander within
Strange mazes of mystery,
Forging on
The winding yellow brick
Road of shiny pennies
Reflecting ahead,
Looking behind.

Where is Oz?
Who are the Wizards?
When will I be Home?

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