I've known I was odd
since I was young.
Parents and teachers told me so...
Shackled by that label,
I grow restless and bold.
I remember seeing things
that weren't there. Like that "odd bond,"
daring myself to break free.
With hope, I bare my soul
and dream to see what life brings.
I desire beautiful sights,
and in my mind's eye
happily I taste it, and
while it touches my spirit,
I bathe in it's light.
Sometimes I see wondrous
old and new visions of beauty,
freshly painted by the morning's dew.
They pierce me like arrows of light; oh,
I yearn with desire to hear that thunder...
I'm told I'm odd, and I've never fit
into the usual molds, always different,
yet not meaning to be.
Its my nature to fly, but this self-made
halsband keeps me in a snit.
Wanting to be free of the bight's
restricting grip, I strain in my
fight for freedom and
quietly express myself
usually late at night.
Yes... When all is quiet, and all is calm,
I dream of beauty and light, and while
I'm there I don't strain with all my might.
There, where I'm normal, and restful,
I'm touched with God's soothing balm.
© 2014 Michael G. Hesley
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