This is the poem that helped me find myself. |
A clay statue unknown to the eye Stands strong, stands free, stands high I walk toward it in a slow but fast pace With a trembling look upon my face For I want to be like it and have it near I want it to save me and block my fear But as I reach for its forbidden hand The statue crumbles to blocks of sand I kneel down, weeping, beholding the crumbs Here's an ear, an eye, and there, the thumb Though through my weeping eyes, it pieces one by one I almost smile when it's just about done But as I reach outward and toward its hand It crumbles before me once again Out of frustration and anger I scream out loud "Why won't it stand again, happy and proud?" I touched it twice and it fell to my feet It was something I wanted and something I need My life and thoughts shown through its eyes The smile it gave made me feel good inside My spirit shown through where the heart would be My God, this statue, is a statue of me! I broke its beauty with the sadness in my heart And because of my fears...I fell apart? The smile it gave represented my joy But because of myself...I am destroyed? I need to build it again and start anew But instead of reaching for myself, I need to reach out for the love of you. |