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Déjà Vu
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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.
Copyright © 2003 Amber C.
