One Day

I’m supposed to be writing a paper for school right now. While as I was typing out my outline, I was reminded of a poem (or rant) that I started working on this past summer. It just never felt like the right time to post it. But as I was writing my paper on the same topic, I just got really excited reading it through (and also I’m procrastinating) so I’m posting it now.

It was inspired by a conversation with my friend, KG, way back in July when sunshine and warmth were things that existed.

 

 

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I want to sprint

straight on towards the horizon,

never turning or falling backward.

So that the pounding of my feet on pavement

will match the beating of my heart.

And I will stick up my chin and run into the wind-

one foot in front of the other in a perfect line.

But right now my feet are too swollen

from this dead weight that I bare

and so I find myself looking out the window

dreaming of a day when I’ll be able to leave this chair.

 

I want to speak.

I want to sing.

I want words to flow out of my mouth like poetry-

strong like a tide and loud like a waterfall.

But every time I try the words don’t come out right.

I just can’t…

I’m not able to…

Well the words, you see…

So I’m left typing on this computer screen

hoping the click-clack noises of my keyboard turn into a symphony.

 

And I want to see

right past those dense clouds and into eternity,

but my eyes are too weak to see the lines in own hands.

Like a blind man trying to find his lover in a crowd

I am always looking, always searching.

I strain my eyes and I put on glass lenses,

but everything always comes out distorted.

And so I walk home alone, and dream of a day

when I can once more look up at the clouds

And see ships and castles instead of another overcast sky.

 

Just tell me to pick up mat.

Send an angel to touch my lips with coal.

Rub some dirt in my eyes.

I’d walk to Siloam or to the ends of the earth

If you told me that I’d be able to touch the hem of your robe.

 

Like the trees in a storm, I am groaning for the sun.

Groaning for the day when this body will be made new.

When I shall run unhindered to your side.

When I sing of love without a stutter.

When I shall see beauty without having to look through fogged glass.

Come Quickly.

Oh, please come quickly.