She’s trapped in an everlasting
bubble catered to her innocence
one that prevents her from
touching
stroking
embracing
it’s the one thing that keeps her distant
from society’s Normalities
She longs to hold on to you
though the trembling
and shaking has put a
doorstop in front of all her simple fantasies
She’s Untouched
held captive by her isolation
that dawn wishes to breach
though Night is her only day
she so very much wishes to dwell in
she wonders why the disconnect
the indifference
the numbness
prevails when her soul feels
any ounce of gratitude
showed by those who admire her
Perhaps she doesn’t feel worthy
for Unhappily-Ever-Afters
are all too familiar to her.
These peculiar ideas of
contentment
complacency
or that term her peers speak of
‘’Happiness’’
is as much Fantasy in her eyes
as the unicorn that is residing
in the Attic above her haunted bedroom
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
Mary
March 4, 2014 at 3:49 am
Enjoyed this! A very intriguing tale.
chanzibrenner
March 28, 2014 at 6:52 pm
thank you 🙂
brian miller
March 28, 2014 at 12:02 pm
hey i have a unicorn in my attic as well. smiles.
nice emotional line in your tale.
chanzibrenner
March 28, 2014 at 6:52 pm
thanks 🙂
kkkkaty
March 28, 2014 at 6:36 pm
unhappily ever afters if built up can hinder but also can be avenue for learning
chanzibrenner
March 28, 2014 at 6:51 pm
I learned that they are a great muse for writing 🙂
Beth Winter
March 28, 2014 at 7:01 pm
The sense of separation and isolation is palatable. My attic dwelling unicorn keeps whispering that magic exists and it will happen. Lovely work.
chanzibrenner
March 28, 2014 at 7:03 pm
awww thats beautiful Beth, thank you 🙂
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
March 28, 2014 at 8:02 pm
Better to send some wishes to the unicorn.. than to linger in the haunted bathroom
chanzibrenner
March 29, 2014 at 8:33 am
i agree!
Tony Maude
March 28, 2014 at 8:12 pm
This is an emotionally rich piece – unhappily ever afters are far too common, as are separation and isolation.
chanzibrenner
March 28, 2014 at 8:34 pm
thank you…your comment is very much appreciated!
Cressida de Nova
March 29, 2014 at 1:29 am
You must find another unicorn owner. So put on your imaginary boadicean armour , go forth and find. This is an adventure you have to have…and you can write a novel about it and if you are lucky make a stash of money! There would be an unattached uo somewhere and then you could be goblins together.I do identify with this poem in many ways and so do a lot of other creative people I am sure. Most of us get through and get old…you will too..and always remembering to have loads of laughs along the way:)
chanzibrenner
March 29, 2014 at 1:50 am
wow thank you so much…! really means a lot- this isn’t the first time I’ve been told that my poem should be turned into a novel! I have a vast imagination and maybe one day I will indeed write a novel 🙂
ayala
March 29, 2014 at 12:21 pm
Nice emotional lines and nice to see you again.
chanzibrenner
March 29, 2014 at 8:26 pm
thank you!
Grace
March 29, 2014 at 5:45 pm
I like how you drew the character, the loneliness and isolation, untouched, with night being her only day ~ A lovely write, thanks for sharing ~
chanzibrenner
March 29, 2014 at 8:26 pm
you’re very welcome!
freyathewriter
March 29, 2014 at 8:54 pm
My unicorn has been tramping round all day, making her presence felt. I really enjoyed this, sad though it is. Good luck to her, to finding happiness.
chanzibrenner
March 29, 2014 at 8:55 pm
thank you!
claudia
March 29, 2014 at 9:16 pm
you know… i wish there was a unicorn in my attic… nice magic in this…
chanzibrenner
March 29, 2014 at 10:21 pm
thanks 🙂
hypercryptical
March 30, 2014 at 12:58 am
So well done I wonder if it is personal experience? It reminds me of me as the teenager, the quiet mouse who longed for romance. Love your close.
Anna :o]
chanzibrenner
March 30, 2014 at 1:39 am
Thank you- yes my subconscious is always seeping into my work! Glad you enjoyed!
kelly
March 30, 2014 at 1:17 pm
Love the way you ended this… I think we all have those unicorns, the desire to hang onto, or return to innocence. You really mapped that out so well here.
chanzibrenner
March 30, 2014 at 6:28 pm
yes, although for me as of now, there is no ”returning”…i am still in my own world…and my innocence still remains…hence the poem 🙂
rmp
March 30, 2014 at 2:18 pm
I wouldn’t mind a unicorn to keep me company…although I wager if I actually took the time to look in my attic I’d find far more than just one lonely unicorn…lucky unicorn.
but really…this is a lovely piece. residing in the “unhappily-ever-after” story time and time again is hard especially when hope for more (like the unicorn in the attic) lies within ones heart.
chanzibrenner
March 30, 2014 at 6:29 pm
thank you 🙂 yes, it is hard indeed…
emangster00
March 30, 2014 at 3:14 pm
Just….. WOOOOw!!!! I am speechlesss…! How…..wow….. You just nailed the person i’ve become, right there with your stark words. Saying i “relate” to this piece would be such an unfair understatement. I love this poem. It’s so sad, so true, so real. And that girl you describe is like my mirror reflection.
chanzibrenner
March 30, 2014 at 6:32 pm
wow! I’m glad you appreciated this- thank you for following my blog and hope you enjoy my work to follow 🙂 It’s amazing how two souls connect over written words yet have never actually met or know each other…This is one of the perks of having a blog- to take comfort in knowing that so many people go through the same struggles!
Sumana Roy
March 31, 2014 at 4:12 pm
a bubble existence is apparently sad…not really…it has its rewards too…the space it creates within can be filled up meaningfully….this is a beautiful poem…simply love it…
chanzibrenner
March 31, 2014 at 8:07 pm
thank you 🙂