Snail
I know there is a sky waiting for me
somewhere out there, beyond the grass and leaves.
Where dreams await…my final destiny.
Yet I carry this burden deep within…
Should I forsake my shell in search of dreams?
It is heavy and slows me down greatly.
Yet give up not as it forms part of me.
The ground is wet. I wait for sunshine day,
praying for wind to help dry up dismay.
Riding on a blade of leaf I fly forth
thinking not of the wounds from rough landings.
Each step I take it is one step closer.
The day will come when I will find the sky.
But only if I persevere and try.
Lionel L
(13 Jul 2003)
