She didn't have the best mind in the class <br />she knew that; <br />nor the prettiest face. <br />She couldn't play the clown-make people laugh <br />and she was not the one to understate <br />thoughts and feelings <br />on specific things. <br /> <br />She moved among her contemporaries <br />unseen, untouched <br />not noticed <br />nor scorned <br />but not given either <br />much respect. <br /> <br />She didn't dance- <br />too much exposure there- <br />and her body often betrayed <br />her lack of balance <br />and too <br />she didn't much think <br />of body parts as <br />internal expressions. <br /> <br />At least not her's. <br /> <br />So she circled her Being <br />around one friend and her books; <br />the one friend who shared her predicament. <br /> <br />And the two would associate, rather than talk, <br />hung together on lunch-time walks <br />each having someone who <br />could navigate that long mile <br />from lunch room table <br />to lunch room door. <br /> <br />Two shadows close enough <br />each concealing the other, <br />therefore, together they were shadowless. <br /> <br />Til one day she read in one of her books <br />that Shadow Beings have an <br />opportunity <br />to make of themselves new things, <br />because they are not filled up yet with superficials. <br /> <br />Empty vessels tho they might be <br />they too <br />can choose what ingredients <br />will make up their life-soup <br />instead of already in their teens <br />having been already filled with gruel mean. <br /> <br />So taken that way <br />she thought <br />I am a Human Seed <br />awaiting still <br />My Blossoming. <br /> <br />And that was her <br />first <br />Awakening.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/human-seeds/
