When I was a child

A Poem by beautifulblade

2.12.15

When I was a child,
I never saw my eyes as a 'window to my soul,'
instead, they were a window to everything else,
opening doors to new worlds
where music wasn't needed to dance
and distance didn't matter.

I would run unburdened across the sky
and listen as the glittering stars
whispered my name
into the hollows of my collarbone.

I would lie down and let forbidden dreams
flow between my fingertips,
and white chalk aspirations would outline my story,
etching it into the fault lines that
ran beneath the grass,
a smooth line carved into jagged earth.

I treated life like I was a guest in my own body,
a tourist on a journey where love
was handed out by free spirited wishes
that shattered expectations
by becoming realities.

...

As I got older,
my dreams got weaker
and my body became a grounded statue
that tethered my mind to the stone beneath my feet.

Now, I look up to impossibilities
with that last bit of remembrance,
and sometimes,
I can still feel the whispers
creep along my collarbone.