What should I be sorry for?
The moon doesn’t apologize for causing the
rise and fall of the tides.
Why should I?
You say that I’m conceited.
Just because you don’t water your own flowers,
doesn’t mean you get to stomp on mine.
My garden is healthy and strong.
I won’t let you crush what it took me years to grow.
Instead of hurting mine, tend to your own.
Maybe your garden can grow too.
You say that I’m a dreamer,
That my head is too far up in the
clouds to watch where I’m walking.
I’m too busy looking up to the sky.
While you have your head down to the ground,
my eyes feast upon the galaxies and
the thousands of stars that lay beyond.
You’ll never know the possibilities of what
could be if you don’t look up.
I dream of becoming one of those thousands of stars.
Do you dream of being another crack in the sidewalk?
Ask me if I’m sorry.
I will say ‘no’ every time.
I’ll never be sorry for who I am.
I am a growing garden.
I am a shining star.
I am the moon.
I cause the tides to rise and fall,
without regret or remorse.
(c) Copyright 2016 Keri Marable