When five year old smile turned upside down, under pressure
to curve in one direction as determined by society.
Years inched with experience, gained control, gave me back
the balls to juggle in life's big top circus.
The clown I once was with painted teardrops
[watercolors used from birthday gift]
applied after originality denied acceptance.
As a child, imagination chastised by parental voices;
'ballerina dancer on stage you'll never become.'
Told it would be too much trouble
plus waste of time to learn new trade
but I begged for another chance to prove worth.
Demonstrated the show must go on~
Behind the bars of emptiness which appeared
in windows of those whose thoughts passed me by.
Curious looks laughed yet I laughed with them
not letting on that the insult made another tear.
Silent fingers wiped the liquid, let it curl
around my persistence to try again.
Knees bruised, bent lifted limbs up from crevice
where face fell into mud bath which caked,
dried over tiny imperfections.
Baker I became, pies made from scratch
with earth and heaven's help
mixed in bowl with Belief etched
from Souls of those buried beneath
the stones used to make my filling.
Watercolor brush blended swirls of neverending
within glaze from orbs God and Goddess
kissed to bless my walk, made spiritual sustenance
so 'someday' seen in horizon's smile [not handicaps]
in portrait of Dreamer's Dream.
Bronze trophy winner
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