Looking Up

Poem about knowing your place and the curiosity that comes with that.

This shelf stands above,

Out of reach, out of time,

I am a child born of love,

Raised on a dime,

 

I grab a chair and stand upon it,

Suddenly I am a man of clarity,

I am not meant to stand, but sit,

Though the shelf is near to me,

 

I look though I am not meant to see,

My weight is too much,

And the shelf has a vacancy,

I fall; the ground is my crutch,

 

Here is where I am meant to stand,

So I wait always looking up,

The ground is at my feet, the truth in my hand,

Still I wait always looking up,

Reviews

[Jwakefield]

Very nice imagery and well penned. Really deep, there's a lot to this.

[Zach]

Thanks for my first review on this poem!