Karina Gillette
Mrs. Flanagan
3-20-09
A Dream
I am not a speaker.
Or a poet or a thinker.
I have but small thoughts,
None of which could change the very fabric of this earth.
What I have is simple.
I simply have a dream.
My dream is all of me.
A key to the doors of the chambers of my heart.
An opening for my aspirations to flow out from my inner core
Absorbing into my skin
Forming the surface which coats my body.
I do not dream for much.
But my dream is like a rainbow
Bright with colored stripes
Layers of different intensity
But similar in their form.
I dream for the world.
A world so much different from the world we have known.
A world in which we don’t fear
Where we can have children without fearing for their lives.
As they walk one block to their school
A world in which there is no reason to distrust the policeman more than the murderer behind bars.
A world that screams out for less
Instead of more.
A world that gives like it takes.
One which has soaked up so much light from the sun
That it radiates light back
Filling every dark corner of the great universe with its glow
And still having light left over to saturate our needy souls.
I dream for my home.
A place which I can call a haven
Where my husband and I don’t have to watch each other
Drenching our pillows with tears
Never having to watch the lines of wisdom and age appear instantaneously along our young children’s foreheads.
I want eternity.
A life that I can count on.
And then some.
I dream that my children will know of suffering.
Know of it, but not know it.
I want to catch that strange warmth
That you feel when you’re small
And seeing for the first time
The ripples in a glassy pond.
I want to take that feeling
And spread ripples of my own.
Influence my children
Influence the world.
Not change it
No not me.
But I want to see another change it.
Someone I’ve touched by a ripple emanating from me.
From my heart.
From my dream.
I dream for me.
That I might have courage.
That I might feel love.
I dream that I have the strength to do my part in this shaken world.
I long for the day
In which I can just breathe.
Yes, I have dream.
And it is because I dream.
That I am.
