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Déjà Vu When I was young I knew no fear I would try to fly Set my sights beyond, imagination unfolding, a new story awaiting in each touch or smell, bounds unknown; I would not fear. Somewhere, sometime, I started hiding, My skin grew thicker As I steeled myself against the buffs of wind I remember the jibes, the eyes, It was like I started hiding almost holding my breath I swept a part of me into the shadows a place only I knew a place I almost forgot. So many years have past And when I recall those early years It's like I've come full circle, It's the beginning and yet it's not. I'm learning how to walk again talk again fly again breathe again smile again I'm feeling for the first time how to cry again hug again grow again hurt again love again Now the world is wondrous and brilliant Even though it's like I see a shadow of me at my old haunts Some of my actions are saturated with trepidation I fear the falling, the tripping, and the eyes, those big judging eyes; But I cannot fear I will not fear. And I'm learning how to try again cook again strive again dress again forgive again And I want to joke again run again sing again dream again laugh again I will get there. I will try. I could slip, but I can't slip until I try. So I take that deep breath and I set my sights high. I will. I have to. I can. I am. It's déjà vu and yet so new. 2003.03.24 |
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