Walking Over Water

September 25, 2014 Creative Writing , Poems 6 Comments

She waddled through the waves

and paddled over the bubbles

through her boots

managing the tresses on her face.

She wanted to travel to the horizon

and walked as if no one is watching,

she walked as if no one is walking

along with her.

It did not matter to her 

if no shadow followed

or if no figurine lead her

It mattered no longer to her.

They scorned her and mocked

and pushed against the wall

She brushed them aside and did the walking

She was not willing to fall.

They threw her some stones,

pelted immature furor

and uproar

She minced no word,

even though they were absurd

and continued walking over the troubled water.

They followed her with hatred filled laughter.

She turned her back

and walked over water without a care.

not stooping to their level,

bade them luck and goodbye.

For she knew, a better world awaits her,

a better world looks to her forward.

with open arms, embrace.

She walked ahead with poise and grace

Who said you cannot walk over water?

they perchance knew no life art.

The secret of walking over water

is knowing

where stones are.

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This poem is also an expression of a  bad experience that the author of this blog has to undergo recently when she was in situation and between two dependents, she chose the one less fortunate but more needy. What followed was not "constructively collaborative" but yes a part of life. So live on. Like we live our good moments, bad experiences too shall be lived, gracefully :)