To you I am just a picture, not even perfect
a static caricature, a representation of a reality.
Do you not realized that I have grown…up?
My roots pushing past, putting the past behind
I have tasted the sky with my fingers and smiled,
greeted the sun with with a kiss on the nose
and laughed at the impossibility of it all.
I have grown beyond , now I cast the shadow
except it’s not a shadow to outlive but shade,
a place of refuge when the storm slams doors
and wrecks havoc upon your heart you can rest,
stop resisting awhile and just breathe with me.
But you don’t remember the present, my presence
is mired in the past when I admired you passively
and you can’t see anything but an imperfect picture.
A moment cut from the time stream and pasted
into your memory bank…I am only a picture.
Why can’t you see the changes I have wrought
within with these words I have written, I, smitten
drowned in sin but too belligerently blessed I died
and before my casket cocoon was buried you snapped,
a picture is all you have of me, my walls closed
and my heart trapped within, that’s all you can see.
But I am sorry, I broke the gilded frame of guilt
and shattered the glass that suffocated my expression
and even as I floated to the grounded, smile
illuminated briefly by an errant ray of sun kissing me
goodbye, I laughed knowing to you I am just a picture.
I climbed the ray of sunlight using laughter for steps,
so don’t be surprised when you only find a blank frame.
If you want to see me again, look up and you’ll see me
all grown up, a perfect place to find shelter in the storm.