Poetic Blueprint

Poem by Dana Young

Walking solo on a crowded earth
Been this way since birth
Having dreams of achieving
But seeing with clear glasses is believing.

Walking with my head in a cloud
Dreaming of better realities than what I allow.
Than what I allow myself to see.
A better me than what I let myself be.

Walking wistfully down memory lane
But it’s a dead end, a path towards insanity
And self blame.
A path where I see all that I desire
And the dreams I lived in my caged empire

A princess with no authority or motivation
To change her life and stall the falling sensation
The feeling of falling from the pedestal others
Placed me on.
Because I couldn’t do it myself. That desire was gone.

Walking with no coordination
From anxiety, my mind’s creation.
To keep me in a box like an unopened toy.
To steal my untapped sense of joy.

An ability I barely remember how to do
To just be happy, is unlike tying a shoe.
Not something that can be practiced
And purely achieved
Unless you sincerely believe.

Happiness awakens a part of me that is asleep
That is under the surface, buried deep
The side of me that I dream of being
That sense of joy feels so freeing

Walking into my destiny blindly,
Not knowing where I’m going but I’m here to find me
To reclaim what I’ve lost, like my ability to talk or cry
To heal, to dream.. I’ve graduated from learning to walk
Now it’s time to fly