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Castle of Light

Inner child poetry


Artwork by Mauve Martian ✨
Artwork by Mauve Martian ✨

There once was a castle up by the moon

Hidden from earth with the stars 

And although it's held up by a balloon, 

It weighs twice as much as Mars 


Its walls were made of glitter 

Its floors were made of dreams 

And without gravity to consider, 

It used rainbows as its beams 


The gardens were galactic 

With flowers blooming up in crowds 

The fragrance so fantastic 

Adding texture to the clouds 


It had vibrant, neon bubbles 

And confetti for its rain 

Its light overshadowed troubles 

Its sparkle overpowered pain 


Yet beyond the flower-filled wagons 

And past the glowing light 

Was a place guarded by dragons 

Invisible to our sight 


Surrounded by an angry fog 

With a fire burning blaze 

No one could see past the smog 

Or escape its eerie haze 


Its walls were made of madness 

Its floors were filled with fears 

The roof was leaking sadness

The rain replaced by tears 


It was a place of shame and guilt 

Embedded within a storm 

And although it was securely built 

The inside never felt warm 


Nothing here could flourish 

Nothing here could thrive 

And with nothing here to nourish 

How could one survive? 


Deep within the cellar 

Past the maddened walls 

Was a prisoned dweller 

Racing through the halls 


“Can anybody hear me? 

All I do is shout! 

I miss my home so dearly. 

Can someone let me out?” 


Nothing but echoes bounced from the walls 

Silence was the only reply 

No one heard the prisoner’s calls 

Or listened to her cry 


She sunk into a seated pose 

“How many days have passed? 

I’m stuck where nobody knows. 

How will I ever last?” 


She sat there in the dark 

But when she opened up her eyes, 

There was a twinkling spark 

It took her by surprise 


She gasped and leapt back 

The sparkle soon subsided 

The room returned to black 

“Was that something I did?” 


Suddenly she heard a sound 

And immediately filled with fright 

With fists tightly bound 

She thought about that light 


The spark quickly reappeared 

The room was illuminated 

And instead of seeing what she feared 

She saw what she had accumulated 


A little gold book alone on a shelf 

She slowly looked around 

She appeared to be by herself 

Yet what could have been that sound? 


She opened up the book 

And flipped through every page 

Then her once eager look 

Swiftly turned to rage 


“There’s nothing written inside! 

How is this even fair?” 

She gathered her last bit of pride 

And tossed it in the air 


She turned around and stomped away 

Tripping over a big jar of honey 

And instead of her usual dismay 

She found this rather funny 


She flew through the air 

And landed safely 

But she didn’t care 

“Whoops-a-daisy!” 


She cackled louder and louder 

The cellar soon started to shake 

Her chains burst into powder 

The walls started to break 


And through this rubble 

To her own surprise 

A small girl in trouble

 Who had similar eyes 


“How did you get up here?” 

The girl picked up the book. 

“There’s nothing in there, dear.” 

“May I please have a look?” 


Flipping through the pages 

Her face filling with delight 

“I haven’t been here in ages! 

Are you from the castle of light?” 


“Why, yes, I am, 

But how can this be? 

I don’t understand. 

How can you see?” 


“Often my talents are hidden by shyness. 

But know that you are never alone. 

Now follow me this way, your highness! 

I will guide you to your throne.” 


The dragons that once imprisoned her 

Flew her past the stars 

To a place with neon bubbles 

That weighs twice as much as Mars 


Forever she was grateful 

For that little girl inside 

Who helped her not be hateful 

Or distract herself with pride 


She lived happily by choice 

Laughing everyday 

For that inner child’s voice 

Will forever stay


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