Strange footprints

Strange footprints

 

Walking through time, I spied a set of footprints, whose origins, I did not know.

Looking down, I saw that these footprints were smaller than my own.

 

I looked for its owner but only heard distant voices.

I followed the sounds that could answer my question; who owns these footprints on my deserted island.

 

A child’s laughter drew me closer, to the cave I have always avoided.

The cave you see held sorrowful memories for me, of a time long ago, that I had forgotten.

 

A dim light shown in the corner of the cave, slowly I crept, and in the shadows, I stayed.

A figure danced a happy jig, laughing and playing; what a small thing he is.

 

I peered from a place that hid me from sight, the figure now stopped at the cave with the dimly lit light.

He sat in the light still as the night, then after a time he rose up and walked out of sight.

 

After a time I pulled up my courage.

I arrived at the place where the dim light laid, and eyed a strange sight that turned me to rage.

 

From the dim light I yelled, “These were mine you had no right!”

Slowly he stepped into the dimly lit light, and calmly explained.

“I had the right after you through me away.”

 

When I see small footprints on this island of mine, I go to the cave and play with the boy that was I.

Reviews

[dw817]

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This is truly a case of being in touch with yourself. :) Yet - I am wondering what thing it is you saw that caused rage ?

"I arrived at the place where the dim light laid, and eyed a strange sight that turned me to rage."

[ron]

The thing that turned me to rage was the toys that were mine from my youth that the young boy was playing with.

[dw817]

This is an important dream then. It shows you leaving childhood to become an adult. I - too - have had a similar dream. But instead of you being the adult, I was the child and I saw the adult step out and walk past me. Not remotely jealous, if anything, pitying that I couldn't let go of such childish notions.

At my own Dad's funeral I spoke:

"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."

But no, I didn't believe the words I spoke. I have never felt like a "man" in the sense of the word. And something somewhere in my consciousness or past will always be there to hold me back.

[ron]

It is your time as a child that you grow to be that man. Some times we can not see how we have changed untill we look at our past and see the reflections of what was once our selfs.

[dw817]

My past is still rather clouded - hopefully I can understand more of it in time ...

[ron]

How is is still clouded?

[dw817]

Too many things from my past. There is still the edge-time, where I am no longer permitted to gaze.

[ron]

"the edge-time, where I am no longer permitted to gaze?"

[dw817]

It is a dream-state, where many things were made clear to me. Today I am not welcome to visit it, nor can I remember much from it now.

[Anand Sehgal]

tremendous Write :) loved it thoroughly

[ron]

Thank you so much.

[RainDancer1997]

When we are little we want to grow up so fast and we leave behind the child in us when we do grow up. Loved it!~:)

[ron]

Thats very true.

[shallimarRose]

I knew about four lines down it would be you... I love the thought of going back to play with the boy you were before life and heartache of being a grownup set it.. I Enjoyed this one Ron... Thank you for the rr... Rose

[ron]

Your welcome. I was hoping I wouldnt have awy the end so soon...lol.

[shallimarRose]

The child inside us is always here.. Perhaps thats why some never grow up and some of us get into so much trouble.. lol... xo

[ron]

One of my new ones is how some of us never grow up...lol

[Ruth]

Oh yes! Powerful love...I like the philosophical quality to your writing, leaves the reader thinking after they have read x

[ron]

Thank you. This was a little diffrent for me but I injoyed writing it.

[Keith]

Wow, that one is deep. It took a while to catch on, but great message well illustrated.

[ron]

Thank you.