My World and Yours

From my creative writing portfolio in college. Based on a picture of Charlie Brown and Snoopy. Unfortunately, I'm unable to relocate the picture. :(

Slumped over in disappointment, I shuffle my feet,

creating dust clouds behind me,

unaware of the dirty paint-chipped fence posts along my way;

sorrowful after an appointment with the principal,

and all for losing the spelling bee.

Even the skies above mime my melancholy

as the clouds cover the sun with gray.

 

 

The grass trembles in the light breeze and crushes under my feet.

In the distance is the sound of a cheery harmonica,

reciting old American folk tunes.

“Oh Susanna” drifts faintly to my ears,

Yet I remain unaware, or I simply do not care.

Tree branches sway above me conducting an orchestra,

but I will never sprout as tall, and I am without enough hope

to even offer a simple prayer.

 

 

My shoulders give way to the emptiness of the day

and it sinks down.

Loneliness pulses through my body,

and I search for companionship.

I find a friend, in hopes that the glum of this day will turn around.

Sadly, my friend is busy, vacuumed inside his own universe,

and is not in a state for fellowship.

Fantasizing he is a fighter pilot, he roars over mountains and seas.

 

 

 

It still does not occur to me that each one has his own

thoughts, feelings, and life;

and that our strengths and weaknesses

and our struggles

belong to us individually,

making us all blind.

We only feel what we know, and what we are,

and what we do and do not like.

So I sigh,

still not realizing that everything and everyone around me

is self-centered in some way,

just like me.