Day 24: Believing poem

I was always one of those little kids in first grade that thought I could fly.
No, I didn’t think, I knew.
Knew that if I jumped up and put my heart into it, I’d never touch the ground.
Along with flying,
I believed in every sort of magical creature.
Especially the bad ones, because if there were no bad guys,
there’d be no heros.
Yet in my later years of elementary school
I learned that we ‘shouldn’t believe in flying’ anymore.
I learned that too many had gotten their wings sheared off by those adults that ‘cared’ for them, because if they grounded them as children,
their dreams would never fall from that perfect colored sky.
But I knew they’d never have a chance to soar.
Reality was the knife that separated feathers from wings
and children from their "unreachable" dreams.
But every night I’d clap over and over whispering "I believe!"
so that it might make up for those who didn’t.
Then, there was middle school.
Middle school was even more limiting than elementary,
and every where there was a poster on ‘staying firmly grounded.’
I feared being torn from my wings by those well meaning,
and sometimes the not so well meaning,
daggers that paraded themselfs about as "reality".
But I was spared this fate by the creatures I’d believed in for so long
and instead, I was thrown into an Alice in wonderland world of homeschool
were I learned something better than flying.
I learned of speaking things into being.
Speaking things into being.;
It’s passing a test because I said I would,
not out of arrogance but out of confidence.
It’s finding cash when I didn’t expect it,
because I said I was lucky.
The other side of that coin was that if I was depressed and said "something bad will happen"
it will, even if it’s only running my head into an open locker door.
More astonishing than test passing
or head-meets-lockers,
was what I learned from my mother.
"Don’t tell Faith that she’s 5 foot across and trying to get through a three foot door opening. You’ll crush the poor horse’s dreams and make it real."
Ya’know what?
Faith made it .
"Don’t tell Romeo that he’s too tall to get through this door.
Yes, technically a horse with a back 6 inches higher than the door frame shouldn’t be able to get through,
but if we don’t say anything then he’ll make it."
The doors widened and lengthened,
wonderland style,
and he made it through the door.
He had to, this time he was getting out.
OR
"Never say you won’t or you can’t, You can, just believe."
Armed with the knowledge of speaking things into being and knowing I could fly,
I believe.
I avoid reality whenever possible,
but that’s because wings come in handy when you’re fighting evil creatures.
And I know that if I never say it,
I’ll never fall.


Yeah, another lame attempt at me getting out of writting anything newish. Sorry.
Faith is STILL pregnant