Finding My Inner David

I dreamed last night
Not my normal dream
Though it started the same

Light dancing through the trees
Flora and fauna dressed in spring’s best
And there I stand in the flickering spot light
Moving to the cadence of the cicadas
An inviting breeze lifts the hem of my skirt
The gauze only slightly lighter than my spirit

But change is in the air
It hangs heavy leaving the sour salt on my tongue
The breeze turns into a wind that no longer suggests,
But pushes me in a direction that I do not want to go

There is a bridge...
I know I must cross…
I am no longer prodded but at the same time I realize
There are no options…
I can no longer stay here…
Digging my heels in like a mule
Would only prolong the pain that comes with growth

So I move…
I take a moment to glance at my reflection in the water below
I know that those are my eyes staring back at me,
But the rest is unrecognizable
As if I had commissioned Picasso for my portrait
It seems in constant flux and changes with every shift of the wind

I see no one else
And yet know that I am not alone

The first few steps are tentative,
But I am finding strength and power
As I place my left foot in front of my right
And then again

Morning breaks
I can see a light just beyond the hill
That stands firm like Goliath in front of me

I bend to find a smooth flat stone…