Ive broken out
of an obscene shadow
and dared
to be who I am.
Ive shifted the pattern
and written myself
in bold type
for all to see.
I even call myself
by another name.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
I would recommend free writing anything that comes to mind. Don't think, just write what pops in your head when you're feeling this way. You might come up with a better metaphor.