It takes me back to when I was young,
Fearless, and told to
“Rub some dirt in it,”
Before being fit into a mold
That this is what life is.
Takes me back before the stress ground my teeth to the roots
Back when roots were under trees and not in mouths.
Takes me back to the cool clay
And making mud marbles hardened in the summer sun,
When concerns were bug bites and sunburns.
Back to gasps when looking into the night,
Waiting to be hit with a spotlight.
But now, there is no home base to run to,
No way to hide my breathing among the leaves I hide myself in
Or the eye shine that betrays me.
It is only running in the dark now,
Tripping through forests and nearly drowning in rivers.
And I worry that my forest dark and deep is too much to conceal
Under the mask,
How can something so small survive
Among rolling thunder and water and rock
When all of humanity is struck down
Year after year from that which
Nature has already learned.
We’re novices in for the game,
Not realizing that fame as a sickness
Incurable and reducing fitness to a crawl.
We carry what Nature never would
What gift God refused her,
To capture emotion in pen and page.
To escape- what She could never do-
I have been given to cling to.
A loud voice from the crowd
Unable to be silenced due to anonymity
Able, to say what the world cannot.
There is never enough gratitude
That comes from a heart broken
When the world has pounded them with waves
And shattered them into the sand.
And they will believe they are insignificant, and should never speak
But then have the unbearable urge to disagree
To strive for the perfection they can never be.
I do it to prevent more pain
Like it is some personal gain
Of peace and a gentle sigh.
The words and actions and gift giving will never span
The gap created in the wake of all the storms.
To me, the storm might as well be perpetual
A roving burden too heavy for just one to carry.
There is no peace for these weary.
When you meet one, you will know.
You will see the storm in their eyes
And how their deepness can surprise you;
How much they will bare for you as they break.
Listen, and hear
Read, and learn
Know, and understand
Even if they only speak with broken rhyme and verse.