Poetry SLAM!

Of Trees, Streams and Precipices

by Matthew Holtmeier

Sometimes I think of myself as a tree rooted in other regions with only my branches gently swaying within this world...
Sometimes I see myself at the edge of a precipice wondering what it would be like to fly...
Sometimes I see myself as a stone in a rushing river letting it wash over me and smoothing out my rough edges...

It might appear to some that I am totally disconnected, but that really isn't the case.
It might appear to some that I am a dreamer lost, asleep here, but that isn't really the case either.

I guess you could say that I am simply living in between the reality which I know to be true and the truth I wish to be real...

I have yet to find my muse, my reason to stay here and relinquish my dreaming...
I have yet to learn to live with the waters of life rushing over and passing over me, shaping but disregarding me...

I want more than this...
I want to live...
I want to feel...
I want to create...

But,

I can't seem to find my place...
My deities are silent...
They watch but do not act for me...
And, I cannot seem to act for myself...

I have stopped growing...
I am stifled here in this in-between place...
I cannot move, I cannot breathe...

I can just wait...
I can just dream...

Someday there will be light in the abyss of this stream...
Someday there will be a breeze that will move these branches...
Someday I will be forces to find out...

If I can fly.