The Surface of Freedom

A long poem describing how those who have the ability and the talent to share and write thier mind's work, to reach out and show it to others who need upbringing

A privlage granted

To those who can touch the surface

And to those who can let thier minds

And the words of thier mind

Flow and create rivers from the surface

Into the minds of others

Who are waiting to be captured by

The words and the spirit

Of those who have broken free of

The water's clutches to feel

And to breath on the other side

 

Others who start at the bottom

Must push forward

They must swim with all of thier strength

To reach the top

Through thier life they are struggling to surface

But at the end

When they have no strength left,

They are lifted up

And can break the surface to finally share thier words

And their minds

 

Some see the top and are just waiting below

Thier fingers can skim and feel the air above

They, with slight trouble,

Can share thier words

Though thier words will always be slightly

Dwindled and easily extinguished

By the waters that hold them down

Until the end

 

And there are those

Who stay at the bottom

And scrape the sandy bottom waiting for approval

From those above, who, can no longer see them

The ones at the bottom who are even too scared to try

And fight and swim

To reach the surface

Their minds are clouded by the seaweeds

And the dirt that they create themselves

In the image of those they want to be, but

Are not

They will never reach the surfcae

And will never share thier words

For although they may be gifted

They are too brought down by the pressure

Of the surface, to share

Thier words

 

So may the ones of the surface

Who have reached, and breathed long ago

The clean air of the imagination of the mind

The air of the worlds of mind and of

Freedom

Reach down your hands to those below

Share your gifts of words

And wisdom of your mind

Your faith in poetry

And in tongue

And lift those up

Who are too far down to see the light

Lift up the bottom dwellers who

Have the beautiful words

Waiting deep under the surface of thier own minds

And bring them to the Surface of Freedom

 

Author's Note

I guess it's mainly telling those who can write, and have the ability to let out beautiful words from thier minds, to reach down and share thier wonderous talent and beauty of words.
Try at freeform...I guess it's a poem...
Should it be called a short story?

Reviews

[OT]

oh what a brilliant write! (sorry only seen your comment today haha - as you wrote it on your wall thing ages ago :P) - the whole idea is inspired - and applies to so many things - those at the top, the rich or whoever, reaching down to lend a hand to those at the bottom, and then those who are too afraid to reach back! nice, nice, nice!!