NOTES FROM THE DOLLHOUSE - REBIRTH

Follow the brick road along the river and you will find your treasure.

The whispers dance throughout the foyer.

Do not look back, as the pathway crumbles behind you.

The footsteps on the staircase grow louder.

Walk along the train tracks and you will find what you seek.

The feeling of being watched from the dollhouse walls becomes unbearable.

Take the railroad spikes.

They will keep you safe.

Place them in all four corners.

Remember to bring the silver.

Life of the tulip begins to show.

Listen to the screams of the crow.

Black feathers on the ground.

Three today.

Three yesterday.

Three more,

found the day before.

The blessings and the breaking of the curse.

Chief and Laveau forewarned.

Black feathers symbolize life and death and bring about profound transformation.

Anything removed, will be replaced.

Rage and hate, leave at the gate.

The brick dust protects this space.

Breathe deep and be overwhelmed with grace.

Now draw the line.

Many if need be.

Draw those lines thick and wide with the brick dust.

Roses, lavender and sage.

Close the book, darling.

Time to end that page.

Black feathers, diamonds and twine.

My peace and joy, will I find?

Listen to the screams of the crow,

These answers that she seeks, I promise, they know.

The black feathers are scattered about.

Her soul, full of panic, begins to shout.

The lady of the manor stood fierce,

holding her black feathers and brick dust,

she blesses the dollhouse with her tears.

The quartz bowl shatters against the floor.

The lights flicker.

The doors moan.

The aroma of cigars and whiskey

will put you in a trance.

The ancestors show themselves, always here,

if you are willing to take a glance.

Now free from her cage of hell,

she dances with the moon,

while singing to the stars.

Her streaks of wisdom, glisten like the frosty snow.

She gets her pen ready,

for this next story,

she steps out from behind her shadow.

Authentic and blinding,

Like a polished diamond.

Her worth is priceless.

She kissed her past lifetimes goodbye, once and for all.

No more villains remain to battle.

No more heartache or pain to feel.

The scars disappear.

No trace left behind.

Feathers.

Death and rebirth.

Brick dust.

Protection from her ancestors.

She now finds herself in her rawest form.

Black silk with silver strands lay beautifully under her golden crown.

Her eyes dark and deep, reveal the universe.

With her pen, she begins to write

stories of blessings and miracles abound.