Imagination Poem by Christina Simmons

So cross! Very peeved off! Unusually many people
they're above me! All around me indefinitely
walking, talking not noticing my presence - don't exist
It's so crowded must get home away from here

A mere figment of their imagination, there are those
showing off able to move fast, powerfully projecting
their voice, getting a reaction from the audience, applauding
ever so loudly, while I'm falling, It's high up and steep

Hard to understand what's happening, following hearing
every note, alive looking, observing what's going on
It's a play! A game of life! Fully aware of what's taken place
In the silence I'm able to make sense of the confusion

I'm growing everyday! Is brighter than before
Looks like society's given up on me! Belong on the
compost heap! Keeping composure just to see another
day! Guided by mother nature she's lifting me to higher ground

way up above, floating, feel light like a feather: my journey within reached - to have harmony, love and peace for all breathing living source; my task here is being accomplished.



















Christina Simmons
10/8/14