Dandelions

Everything is dark now,

though, I don’t know

if I’m alone.

The walls around me

are strong… determined—

those walls are going places.

They’re special, you know.

Just wait until they show…

they’re gonna change the world.

No more suffering.

No more pain

or poverty, mundaneness

the same.

I want to be the same

as you,

but I’ve got work to do.

I can feel

the floor

caving in around me.

How long have I been

grounding

to try to feel

human again?

Most days,

I only feel

like what surrounds me.

I reach for the ceiling

and it’s not there.

The stars are the limit,

young one,

and you are so special.

You have so much potential…

so much potential

to climb.

And look around you,

the walls are beginning

to enclose.

Grounded and trapped

or reaching and free?

Reach for it,

you are a star.

It’s who you are…

it’s who you are.

Why are you crying

Again

Tell me

Why are you not

Grateful

for what God’s provided.

 

Now climb

or die

like everyone else

 

And don’t look back.

Don’t you dare look back.

Wipe those tears

so you can see

all the happiness

that surrounds

me

you make me

so happy

why aren’t you

happy

why aren’t you

me

 

I slip.

And the pain of falling

is the best

I’ve felt in years.

I can feel

I can feel again

Pain and suffering

surrounds me

as the walls

close in

the ground breaks

my fall

and I quickly realize

that it is dirt

I scoop it with my fingers

and it settles in my palm

I can feel it

I can feel

my tears mix in

and it creates something

beautiful

something messy

and I scrape off

all the longing of god

and allow my flesh

to reunite with its home

The mud cakes onto

every crevice

of my existence

no pure spot

left spared

and it’s there

and I’m there

covered in dirt

I am

Dirt

And I smile

through the tears

And I realize

that for all those years

I believed

my home was in the light

that through every strife

I had to fight

So with busted knuckles

and a bruised ego,

I gave in to myself

and accepted it all

the joys, the pain,

the light, the dark, the greys

And in that moment

I heard the breaking of glass

Had I done it?

Had I reached the stars?

Then,

something engulfed me

lifting me from the ground.

I am flying

I am flying not up

but out

And I feel

my legs scrape

something broken

something sharp

but it’s lovely and true

And I breathe

And I breathe

And the light surrounds me

as I take in my new scene

we are all but weeds

pollinating in the breeze

And the broken bell jar

fades from my existence

and so do the faces

that were always

looking in