Flying High Above The Streets
by
Mary -BrytEyz- Ball
(Age: 38)
copyright 04-16-2006
Age Rating: 10 to 127
I read "Shinderera ( Cinderella)" by Elisabeth H. today and it inspired me to write about dreaming too.
This is what resulted after visiting her work today...
Flying high so very far above the streets
You'd be amazed at all the things you'd miss
Grabbing hold of what others don't keep
Illusions thrown away for a moment of bliss
Cheaply tossed and given up like an orphan
Their hopes and aspirations cast aside
Thugs and drugs high on more than endorphins
The reason so many mothers have cried
So oft' I'd dream as a child to escape
whether my eyes were open or closed
Blindly ignoring the abuse and the rape
though no one else would ever know
And many times I found my happiness
Amidst the discarded dreams of the dead
Hanging on to the tails of what didn't exist
Living the visions racing around in my head
Thugs in the street would pass me by
Unaware of the princess in their midst
Dealers would leer and unsuccessfully try
To trap this girl who'd never been kissed
Robbers and muggers didn't bother me
How could they when I wasn't' really there
My flesh alone was left far below on the street
While my mind floated above without a care
Blind to all I wasn't a part of so far below
Ignorant to the massive corruption and mounting sin
Protected from much more than I could ever know
While others were infected by mankind's chagrin
They gave up on finding their prince charming
They traded their glass slippers for a glass of wine
They lost their innocence at a rate so alarming
And abandoned their dreams somewhere along the line
I fully believe it was my dreams that saved me
from a life full of violence and embedded in crime
For I ever floated far above them all so fancifully
Too absorbed in my thoughts to give them any time
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I often thank the Lord that I never fell victim to those people and things that you speak of, at least never fell so hard I couldn't pick myself back up.
It's way too easy to succumb to the pressures of ones peers when you're young, or even the temptations of evil on the streets.
I like the way you've captured those things that can cause a person to stray, and the imagery of how you kept from falling prey to those evils. It made me want to hug you. So here's a hug! *hug*
Oh, and a short note about the dreams here... they are not the unreal dreams that prevent us from living and hide our minds in weak fancies. No, but the dreams we all have when we're young about all we can be, could be, and should be but somehow someone (or everyone) tells us we can't be and somwhere along the line we give up our dreams and settle for less thinking that's all there is.
A teacher of mine told me in 4th grade that I could be more, I should be! I never forgot that and expected more, demanded more... at every turn. I didn't settle for less, even if it looked like that's all there was, and somehow I made it beyond the barriers of the streets and found myself beyond the borders of the slums... afraid, a fish out of water, WAY out of my comfort zone, but heading for something better... though I had NO idea what "that" was.
THESE are the dreams that kept me from wearing the cement shoes life on the streets so often puts on the children in this contry, those heavy burdens that keep them where they are and keep them from flying the coop.
Anyway, thank you for reading and commenting. They really mean the world to me!
Hard-hitting, chilling images wraped in passionate verse. My favorite line: "They lost their innocence at a rate so alarming/And anbandoned their dreams somewhere along the line..." Beautiful and haunting.
The eyes see and feel, a price paid, a learn as strong as the book, A grade above, warm as the sun kissing the skin, sad as the blade cutting the existence, your heart spilled to the page, your soul danced freely, I smile for you, a great write...Walt
One can only live in their dreams for a moment, but at some point in time must come back to earth and face its realities. I know you write from experience, have used your dreams for protection, but now live in the real world again.
Thanks for this insight. It makes us appreciate you all the more.
I relate to this because I have often flew pass trees in dreams, often times I knew where I was going and what I was doing. Good write, and you must have had such experiences also to be able to write such!
Mrs. Tigran Israelyan
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