Thoughts and comments of a parent of 3 students in Baltimore City's Public Schools.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Subsumed
Reflecting, now become – image is pure
All lake-ness overwhelmed by bigger sky
As water’s color, spirit is obscured
Grey feelings show azure, cloud accents high
And joyful days when storms come rolling by -
Show bitter, fiercely grey to others, though
Deep water, massive, rests in many an eye
Lone swimmers diving through are all who’d know
But eyes tight shut, still unseen, soul’s subsumed
Faint rippling texture hints, spirits persist
Reflecting petty feelings now entombed
Defined by monoliths we dwell amidst
Though wishing I could steer what others see
How, hidden by illusion, I’m set free
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