Head towards the sky
Eyes open
Hearts open
Looking for a shooting star
A spark of equality
A spark of freedom
Eyes search the sky
Spend hours searching
Looking
Hoping
Wishing to wish
On a shooting star
A rare thing
Equality
Hearts open
Forever
The sky is large
Spanning above
All the people
Equality
Doesn't seem to
Shoot across it
The sky is dark
Miniscule stars in the distance
But shooting stars
That were once rare
Are even more
Hands clasp
As the eyes continue
To wander the sky
A dandelion is blown
Into the night sky
Each and every persons
Freedom
Attached to each seed
Pennies get tossed
Sink to the bottom
Of the fountain
That is no longer clear
But still
Equality
Is not in sight
The wishes and hopes
Get diminished
Barely glanced at
Each chance of a shooting star
Gets pushed away
So equality
Doesn't shoot across the sky
Float in the wind
Rise from the water
Eyes open
Heart open
Hands clasped
Everyone
Searching
For
The
Shooting
Star
Of
Equality
Posted in response to the challenge Human Rights – Writing.
Comments
I've never thought about equality in this way, or made these associations before: the shooting stars in the sky, the pennies in the bottom of a well, as HOPE for a brighter future sparkling before us as if within our grasp, but always fleeting or always sinking, ultimately unattainable. But these metaphors make perfect sense, now that you've drawn the comparisons. Casting wishes will only get us so far, I suppose; they are not movements toward real change. I think we should still keep tossing our coins and gazing out at the sky, wishing and dreaming, nonetheless. Because sometimes hope is the only thing that keeps us steady enough to move forward, one foot at a time.
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