Kana' Stuff

This started out as a school assignment, but I've submitted it to contests before so I hope you all like it. And the sequel is to follow! ~kana~


The Dance

I walk on eggshells all day long,
afraid of hurting someone.
Or myself.
At night, when the sun has gone to sleep,
I listen as the rain pours outside.
This is my time.
The darkness folds me up in her arms,
cradling me from all the hurt,
all the pain.
I rise silently and pad
down the hallway to the front door.
It opens and I step out onto
the bare earth of my land.
My land.
I have worked so hard for it,
and it is my own now.
I walk past the garden that was planted when I was in the third grade,
past the okra,
and potatoes
and carrots
and squash.
I walk to the edge of the woods of my lot,
then stop.
There is a rhythm in the downpour,
a song only I can hear.
The night, the water, the music:
they carry me away.
And as I dance in my forest,
on my land,
I let all my cares go.
For here, I am alone.
And I am free.

Another English assignment, and the sequel to The Dance. Enjoy! ~kana~



The Thought

Some say that destiny is a good thing,
that there is a plan for everyone.
Others will cry the opposite,
saying that fate is destructive,
pernicious.
Again I walk on eggshells,
trying to stay within my sphere of comfort,
trying to please everyone
and no one at the same time.
But, instead, I am scorned.
Calumny.
Slander.
They are one in the same,
and both are hurled at me.
It hurts,
but I move on with my life,
trying to live as I know I should.
I ignore the calumnious people
who live to scorn.
I ignore those who live to hurt.
Instead,
I focus on things as concrete as the earth beneath my feet.
My destiny?
I’m not really sure.
Am I to do nothing but help other people?
Was I put here as a buffer?
Do I have a purpose of my own,
or am I to run here and there
with no set reason?
Sometimes it feels like my fate is coming,
the whole point of my being
is about to be revealed.
But then it is gone,
sponged away like spilled water upon a counter.
I think about it all,
get lost in my thoughts.
I begin to go off on tangents,
my mind taking me first one way,
then another,
and then another.
A bell sounds in my mind as a thought crosses paths with another
And they run together.
Maybe, just maybe, that is why I’m here.
I slow my thoughts,
return to earth,
and go on in a pernicious world.
It may be full of scorn and calumny,
but things only bother you if you let them.