Who am I to hope?
Who am I to say there is still a sun
though the night has rained terror on us this far?
Who am I to claim a gardener when weeds
grow in the garden?
Excuse me if I choose to smile today.
Pardon me for skipping down the hallway
or starring my i's instead of dotting them.
Please, overlook these faults of mine.
If it bothers you that I wore a sparkly ribbon in my hair
Or that I'm looking at the sky, instead of my shoes,
Or that I whisper "butterfly" just to feel the word on my lips,
then tighten your blindfold and stop up your ears
because I won't.
I read your words and they frighten me.
They snarl at me like an underfed lion.
Your words make me sad and a little angry.
Why do you choose this for yourself?
Just know that I'm still here
And I'm still smiling when I see you.
And I know there is a God
Because only something outside of the Box
Could create a soul as beautiful as yours.
This is awesome! I love it!
ReplyDeleteLauren! I miss you so much! I keep coming back to this poem, and I can't get over how much I love it :D I can't wait to see you in June.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing,
Candance.
Beautiful poem! You truly have a gift of words.
ReplyDeleteLauren. I love this poem. I know I've told you that a thousand times, but I always come back to this whenever I feel like I need some inspiration. It flows awesomely (made up another word, I think) and the emotion is spectacular. And it's so true. I love it. I love it. I love it. I don't know if you were writing this to me, but that's how it feels. It is amazing!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait until June!
(Still love it)
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