Skills: Beauty Lost/Beauty Found
Contributor: Crystal Mays
There once was a girl
Who had forgotten her twirl
and spent most of her time
caught in a mind-made whirl.
Where her house sat
and all around that
the forest grew densely
blocking out the light immensely.
So dark was this place
not even a bear showed it’s face.
The air didn’t stir
nor did the songbirds dare sing.
This was not a place
for a girl to twirl.
For many a year
she had known only tears
to express herself
and all her sorrows.
She always wished
for a better tomorrow.
One day as she stood outside
and thought about all she had cried
she glanced down
and began to frown
wiggling her toes in the dirt
she swore she felt an overt
quiver
shiver
tremmer
tremble
under her soles.
It wasn’t the moles
digging holes,
but something else
a pulse
a humming
a drumming
a beat
under her feet
urging her to move
groove
shimmy and shake.
Willing her feet to find that jiving groove
She set about moving her move
As she got lost in the motion
She felt within herself a new emotion
a pitter pat pat
she hadn’t imagined that
her heart began to flutter.
to skip a beat
to tumble and fumble
and then…
a rumble emerged
and urged
a sound
so deep
so profound
to seep out
as a shout
blurting out
Taking a breath deep into her lungs
She found one of her songs
yet unsung
and flinging her head back
she belted out a melody
of fierce melancholy
articulating
embodying
her journey
thus far
of loneliness
and sorrow
and wishes for a better tomorrow.
Spinning around and around
as her sound
died down
her body sank at last to the ground.
Lying into the soft grasses
her mind went molasses
turning gasses
and masses
into
gobbly gook
taking one last look
around her
she allowed the sleep to come
and drum
her soul
again whole.
The girl dreamed a dream
of many images streamed
and woven together in a tapestry
of such mastery.
The shimmering threads
over time and space spread
and showed to her the true
mystery
and history
of life on this planet,
this situation
of creation
damnation
celebration
deprivation
elevation
trepidation.
When she had seen all she was to see
she began to remember at last
her forgotten decree
to live free
as a bumble bee
in a fir tree
or as potpourri
to a lesser degree.
She awoke with a start
and felt deep in her heart
something very old depart.
It’s leaving was relieving.
Understanding now
the weaving and deceiving
of the mind’s perceiving
she felt into her body
the sensations of life
without strife.
Piercing through the veil
she knew now
love would prevail
and allow her to sail
over land and sea
and follow her glee.
To be worry free
and live as a banshee
under a cork tree
or sip ice tea
with Mr. McPhee
Dipping her head to the earth
she thanked the Great Mother
for this miraculous rebirth.
Leaping to her tiny feet
she felt again the heartbeat
of the earth beneath her.
A rustle of air
fluttered through her hair
Whispering into her ear
for only her to hear
Dear heart
remember
remember
who you are.
You are a most precious shining star.
About the Contributor: Crystal Mays makes beauty every day as a dancer, an artist, a musician and a fabulous hair stylist. You can find her on the web at (re)Vision Hair Salon.
