©aster-oid (flickr)"For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been'"
- John Greenleaf Whittier
this day started off well and then turned sour, so i'm in an extremely bad mood. it's very hard to put into coherent words what i'm going through but it has a lot to do with college,choices, decisions, freedom and shelter, growing up and holding back. so i decided to write a poem about it without really being about it. because that's what writers do with their feelings. go figure.
getaway
sometimes i wish i was like Harold and had a purple crayon
i'd draw a sailboat, shiny blue
then i'd draw an ocean too and
dive dive dive
until what was up is down
and the sea is my ceiling
the sky is my floor
i'd talk to coral, fish and weeds
and blow bubbles when i didn't want to listen anymore
i'd sketch a wind so breezy free
that'd shake the earth and uproot trees
and funnel dirt and flowers
so they'd dance together
then i'd draw a hole and let the ocean all dry up
tuck it away in my pocket for a sunny day
i'd be the master of my purple crayon
i came, i saw, i wandered
i'd never share or trade it
nothing in that crayon box is ever worth
my special power
the freedom that is mine
so i place my crayon behind my ear
so i never forget it
feel it nestled against my skin
then sit down
and sigh
