I have done what society has condemned.
I have stepped over the line of the accepted.
I have spit in the face of the pastor.
I have tasted the forbidden fruit.
And I have bragged about it.
I have seen the dirty streets of society's ignorance.
I have skipped to the wrong side of the tracks.
I have laughed in the face of the king.
I have strayed from the flock.
And I have enjoyed every minute.
I have disregarded the universal law of society.
I have danced my way through the moral wilderness.
I have cursed in the face of my family.
I have broken every commandment.
And I have smiled all the way.
But yet,
I have not been banished by society to an outside world.
I have not been shoved into prison and locked away.
I have not been slapped by their commander.
I have not been thrown into the lion den.
And I still walk among them.
But this is not my funeral.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Decisions (Part 2)
You shield your eyes from the bright sunlight as you look out upon a wide open field. The grass brushes lightly against your shins as you step further from the door. Wait. You turn around to see the door still standing there, with its impossibly clean, silver doorknob shining in the sun. However, no wall surrounds it. It simply stands in its frame in the middle of the field. You do a quick run around to see that only more field lies behind it. So you had escaped the constricting walls of the white room, yet you are still completely alone.
Too tired to explore this new realm, you sit on the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest. A warm breeze sways the tall grass, making it brush against your shoulders. With one deep inhale, you smell the fresh air and the warm earth beneath you. This world seems to welcome you, yet you still feel lonely. Lying down on the soft grass, you look up into the blue sky, unsure of what to do next. Your mind is exhausted from your claustrophobic ordeal. As you lie face-up in the tall grass, the breeze attempts to lull you to sleep. You sit up again and survey this new world. Open field. Door. More open field. It seems safe enough. The ground welcomes you back with the soft whisper of grass brushing together under you, as you fall back, looking at the sky. The sun warms your skin, with the breeze keeping you perfectly comfortable. Your eyelids feel heavy, so you give in and allow your mind to be immersed in sleep.
Something touches you. Something that isn’t grass. You quickly throw your arms up, smacking them hard against the unseen creature. The thing lets out a “houff” as you roll over and jump to your feet. “Who is it? Who’s there?!” you shout out as you look around you. Nothing. You walk around the door. Still nothing. Whatever it was had left. Wrapping your arms around you, you contemplate going back through the door. The sun was still shining, and the earth still looked very inviting, but you were far too spooked to attempt to sleep. Perhaps you should go back through the door. But what was the point? You could either go back to the tiny white room you were initially trapped in or stay in the wide open. But what if that thing came back? It hadn’t hurt you…but what if it tried again?
Something rustles in the grass.
You hear the rustling come closer, but you can see nothing. Your breathing becomes heavy, and you take a step backward, unsure of what direction the sound is coming from. Every thought in your mind is telling you to run away—any way—screaming, but your body refuses to move. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your arm. A deep voice whispers in your ear.
“It’s ok. You’re ok. I won’t hurt you.”
Too tired to explore this new realm, you sit on the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest. A warm breeze sways the tall grass, making it brush against your shoulders. With one deep inhale, you smell the fresh air and the warm earth beneath you. This world seems to welcome you, yet you still feel lonely. Lying down on the soft grass, you look up into the blue sky, unsure of what to do next. Your mind is exhausted from your claustrophobic ordeal. As you lie face-up in the tall grass, the breeze attempts to lull you to sleep. You sit up again and survey this new world. Open field. Door. More open field. It seems safe enough. The ground welcomes you back with the soft whisper of grass brushing together under you, as you fall back, looking at the sky. The sun warms your skin, with the breeze keeping you perfectly comfortable. Your eyelids feel heavy, so you give in and allow your mind to be immersed in sleep.
Something touches you. Something that isn’t grass. You quickly throw your arms up, smacking them hard against the unseen creature. The thing lets out a “houff” as you roll over and jump to your feet. “Who is it? Who’s there?!” you shout out as you look around you. Nothing. You walk around the door. Still nothing. Whatever it was had left. Wrapping your arms around you, you contemplate going back through the door. The sun was still shining, and the earth still looked very inviting, but you were far too spooked to attempt to sleep. Perhaps you should go back through the door. But what was the point? You could either go back to the tiny white room you were initially trapped in or stay in the wide open. But what if that thing came back? It hadn’t hurt you…but what if it tried again?
Something rustles in the grass.
You hear the rustling come closer, but you can see nothing. Your breathing becomes heavy, and you take a step backward, unsure of what direction the sound is coming from. Every thought in your mind is telling you to run away—any way—screaming, but your body refuses to move. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your arm. A deep voice whispers in your ear.
“It’s ok. You’re ok. I won’t hurt you.”
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