I had a dream
That I lived as a Pearl
In an oyster of the sea
I was told
I could be
Anything I wanted to be
I sat in the inside
Filter feeding
The ocean tides
The roaring waters
Rising in and out of me
Everything was fine
And as it should be
Until I found the inside
Hollow and constricting
I remembered them say
That I could be anything
So I started to push
Against the opening
And then began the questioning
Why would I do
Such an outrageous thing
To which I respond
I want to see beyond
You said I could do anything
To which they respond
You go anywhere but beyond
The filtering is still polishing
To leave would break
The cycle of all things
But have you ever seen beyond
I ask have you ever been anywhere
Besides this ocean floor?
If you said I could be anything
Why can’t I be set free?
I am an oyster
And you are my Pearl
Made to sit in this place
And filter sift and toil
You are a product
Of dirt turned into gold
Precious Pearl
Just be precious is all
Learn how to be your precious self
For it is what I meant
For you to be anything in this world
But is it a shame to be different
Has anyone ever tried
I continue to push and pry
You don’t understand
Precious Pearl
The makers plan
What the maker thought of you
When they crafted the idea
In their hands
But certainly if I feel
I could be anything in this world
I could be a Pearl
And so so much more
Certainly as I was crafted
The maker gifted
Me to be with this mind
I didn’t ask
Or plan for it
It simply existed
I never asked to be a Pearl
I’m just here in this
Tiny little world
The oyster opened
And out I fell
We are given a choice
I hear it say
And although i will stay
It seems like yours has been made
If you feel as though you must
There must be no delay
I had a dream
That I lived as a pearl
In an oyster of the sea
And then I dreamed a dream
That became reality
Into to the beyond
Upon the waves of destiny
About the Creator
Sidney Smith
A picture tells a thousand words, and a thousand words can paint a beautiful picture.
I have been a writer all of my life. It has been like an anchor for me to release emotions, process ideas, and escape into a world of fantasy.
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