tick tock… tick tock


Time marching on… all the little soldiers, uniforms straight, golden buttons shining… in the¬†beautiful sunshine.¬† Legs moving together…¬† like waves in a sea… marching on the parade ground, dark¬†grey in¬†colour.¬† Legs lifting, all together, then down again, continuing the rhythm… Tick Tock, Tick Tock… like a clock, a heartbeat… a sound vibrating.¬† Time marching on…¬† waiting for no one.

I arrived here one day in this strange, cold place, so different to my home far, far¬†away…¬†mechanical faces, things made of steel… but¬†the Ember inside keeping them alive.¬† I could see it inside them, even when it was small… and¬† I knew, that it¬†was their way¬†back home… but it felt so strange this cold new world.¬† Many things, coming to visit… creating¬†new feelings.¬†¬†¬†Like a Tick Tock… people coming and going, scenery changing…¬† movement happening all around me… the Ember glowing… reminding me of¬†home… I miss being there.

Body¬†so small, I¬†can’t be alone… dependant on others for¬†things I¬†need;¬†we begin our journey as part of a whole.¬† Tick Tock, Tick Tock¬†the vehicle grows… more and more visitors coming and going… scenery changing,¬†the Ember¬†calling… the voice is clear, but softens in time, till you can hardly hear.¬† My attention is taken.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock…¬† Scenery keeps changing, the¬†Ember keeps humming, ¬†so warm her calling.¬† Tick Tock, Tick Tock…¬†I see all that happens, from¬†my platform inside,¬†as high as the tree tops… ¬†I see all around, nothing is hidden. ¬†I see children flying, their legs no longer working… they seem so happy, they’re flying and giggling…. they’re on their way home.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock the sound now vibrating, down empty corridors with bright shiny floors… and black shiny shoes.¬† Tick Tock, Tick Tock… the sound now so loud it hurts my ears, I don’t like this sound… it’s cold, it’s scary… I want my Mummy.¬† Tick Tock, Tick Tock… visitors so many, now in coats¬†hard with stiffness, cold things they carry, no warmth, unfriendly… where is my Mummy, I want to go home?

Tick Tock, Tick Tock… echos in the hallways, a hollow sound that seems to surround me… coldness is chilling… something I’m losing… I don’t like this place… I want my Mummy, I want to go home.¬† Tick Tock, Tick Tock… the echo’s grow louder, the cold, the distance, continues¬†it’s¬†haunting.¬† I don’t like these visitors, I want to go home… I don’t like this place, it’s not very friendly… I miss my Mummy, when are you coming?

Children are crying… stiff coats surrounding, warmth disappearing… people are cranky, they don’t undertand… what’s going on.¬† Children now flying high to the ceiling, people gather… I can see what’s happening… they’re going home¬†to their Mummy… I want to fly too.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock… mornings follow sleeping, my body not moving… white sheets binding, tight and restricting.¬† Tick Tock, Tick Tock tears are now¬†streaming, I call out to my Mummy… Mummy please come and get me… I don’t like this place,¬†all these people, not friendly or nice…¬† I want to go home.

More children flying… high to the ceiling, smiles on their faces… free from their binding… they’re happy… ¬†they’re going home. ¬†I want to go too.¬† Lots of things¬†moving, shiny things probing, people running, voices shouting… fear all around me; ¬†children are happy, they have flown away.

Flying children stay¬†around me… I want to fly too, far, far away… from all the coldness and¬†horrible lights… and¬†scary machines.¬† Tick Tock, Tick Tock… more and more sound, I cover my eyes, only one hand works… I don’t understand.¬†¬†Why are they keeping me here, what are they doing…. Tick Tock, Tick Tock… I want to go home.

More¬†days follow sleeping… feeling heavy in my binding… I look toward the ceiling… watching for flying children… I want to go too.¬† But they won’t let me go… they’re keeping me here.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock… I want to fly away too….


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I love to write . . . I love to appreciate all the beauty in life. I find comfort and healing in dear Mother Nature's bounty, creative projects fill my home ~ everywhere. I've done many things and more await me ~ life is a journey, a creative adventure. I often say thank you for all that's been given.

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