The Ceiling And The Sky

By Marla Deaton

In my innocence I was brave… And knew no fear, No boundaries, no limits, no doubts; Unable to imagine my spirit contained.

The sky was open… Then came that ceiling, That flattened the top of my head; And crowded my dreams with fear.

The ceiling was clear… You can see right through, Unwavering and unmovable it sat; Intending to crush my dreams, so dear.

I pretended I was free… But it wouldn’t be ignored, With a heaviness that just said no; That would follow wherever I’d go.

I had just enough faith… To touch my sword to the sky, And from a small crack came down…light; And I basked in its warm glow.