Day 252: Inside My Sister's Mind

Entering through the right ear canal
You are blinded by bright golden sunshine.
Pink cotton candy tufts hover above you.
There's never a gloomy
Cloud that stays for long.

Further in, fuzzy tuxedo kittens and
pure white unicorns leap over rainbows.

They frolic about and push out the rats

Who try to deliver seeds of gloom and doubt.

Nearby, there is a warm chocolate stream oozing
from a wishing well and carrying copper coins.
Some are bent and abused, some shiny and new.
Whatever state they're in, all are accepted and loved.

In the center of it all, stands a brick red lighthouse,
The beacon of Truth pulsating inside it, awakening the dead.
Locked tight inside that lighthouse is a bronze moral compass,

Guiding her ships of thought.