DancingBarefoot
The Fly
I've been away for the week and enjoyed reading everyone's poetry. I don't have anything recent to share but I came across this one, which I wrote in high school. It sounds a bit naive to me now and I cringe at some of the writing, but I read it and something about it still rings true. I remember (it was the not-so-distant past, afterall
) that the concept did come to me in a daydreamy vision and that the entire thing was written, in order, and unchanged from the version you see here. It's nothing great but I hope someone gets something out of it.
The Vision
In my mind?s eye, I step from my home into a new morning.
The sky welcomes me, calls to me, as I reach my toe into the shimmering sea of green below.
Dew collects on my warm skin, dampening my ankles with every step.
A soft breeze sweeps the hair from my neck, tugs on my arm and leads me onward.
As I pass, the tees wave their branches to say ?Good morning? and the robins sing their melodies.
I offer brief hello?s, but still I am pulled further.
Finally, I come upon a filed. I cannot see beyond the grass that reaches far above my head.
It begs for me to enter and the wind whispers in my ear - ?Run!?
Like a child eager to dive in the ocean, I leap into this green sea.
I run like never before, not looking back, but dashing straight through as the grass parts around me.
When I reach the edge, I step through into a different world.
No longer is there earth beneath my feet, but a cold, concrete floor.
A room without furniture, it looks more like a prison cell.
Below a filthy window lay two mattresses, torn and rugged.
Then, deep from within the darkness a muffled sound creeps to my ears and swells the fear inside of me.
I follow the sound to a shadowed corner where a small child crouches, sobbing.
I give her my hand and lead her to one of the dusty mattresses.
In the light I can see her pain.
Not only does it rest in her young eyes, but also in the bruises on her arms and face.
Together we gaze from the window to the streets below.
Filth, broken glass, dirty streets dig a pit of hopelessness deep into my soul.
Gunshots ring out from nearby, followed by the silence of sorrow.
Sorrow for this decrepit land.
Where could this be? This place of despair and loneliness. My eyes discover the answer.
High on a pole, next to a school armed with guards, waves an American flag.
Land of the free where many are trapped, home of the brave where people live in fear.
I look to the eyes of this child where a single tear has formed.
I reach out and sweep away her tear as she sweeps away my heart.
My eyes open, revealing my green grass, my home, my life.
I weep for that child for her children and theirs. I pray to God.
In a voice all His own, He answers, ?Weep no more, but save my children. For whatever is done for the least of my people, it is done also for me.?
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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**
**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**
The Vision
In my mind?s eye, I step from my home into a new morning.
The sky welcomes me, calls to me, as I reach my toe into the shimmering sea of green below.
Dew collects on my warm skin, dampening my ankles with every step.
A soft breeze sweeps the hair from my neck, tugs on my arm and leads me onward.
As I pass, the tees wave their branches to say ?Good morning? and the robins sing their melodies.
I offer brief hello?s, but still I am pulled further.
Finally, I come upon a filed. I cannot see beyond the grass that reaches far above my head.
It begs for me to enter and the wind whispers in my ear - ?Run!?
Like a child eager to dive in the ocean, I leap into this green sea.
I run like never before, not looking back, but dashing straight through as the grass parts around me.
When I reach the edge, I step through into a different world.
No longer is there earth beneath my feet, but a cold, concrete floor.
A room without furniture, it looks more like a prison cell.
Below a filthy window lay two mattresses, torn and rugged.
Then, deep from within the darkness a muffled sound creeps to my ears and swells the fear inside of me.
I follow the sound to a shadowed corner where a small child crouches, sobbing.
I give her my hand and lead her to one of the dusty mattresses.
In the light I can see her pain.
Not only does it rest in her young eyes, but also in the bruises on her arms and face.
Together we gaze from the window to the streets below.
Filth, broken glass, dirty streets dig a pit of hopelessness deep into my soul.
Gunshots ring out from nearby, followed by the silence of sorrow.
Sorrow for this decrepit land.
Where could this be? This place of despair and loneliness. My eyes discover the answer.
High on a pole, next to a school armed with guards, waves an American flag.
Land of the free where many are trapped, home of the brave where people live in fear.
I look to the eyes of this child where a single tear has formed.
I reach out and sweep away her tear as she sweeps away my heart.
My eyes open, revealing my green grass, my home, my life.
I weep for that child for her children and theirs. I pray to God.
In a voice all His own, He answers, ?Weep no more, but save my children. For whatever is done for the least of my people, it is done also for me.?
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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**
**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**
