In my innocence I was brave…
And knew no fear,
No boundaries, no limits, no doubts;
Unable to imagine my spirit contained.
The sky was open…
Then came that ceiling,
That flattened the top of my head;
And crowded my dreams with fear.
The ceiling was clear…
You can see right through,
Unwavering and unmovable it sat;
Intending to crush my dreams, so dear.
I pretended I was free…
But it wouldn’t be ignored,
With a heaviness that just said no;
That would follow wherever I’d go.
I had just enough faith…
To touch my sword to the sky,
And from a small crack came down…light;
And I basked in its warm glow.
Copyright © 2008 Marla Deaton