Puddles

~You can conquer almost any fear if you will make up your mind to do so. For remember, fear doesn't exist anywhere except in the mind.

~Dale Carnegie


I was reading through my poetry late last night and found the poem below. I wrote it for an assignment in my Creative Writing class last semester from the prompt: 'What you heard is true...' I had never written a prose poem before and kind of enjoyed it. I haven't written a poem in about three months-which I find quite sad. There are so many other things to do that I forget to write, or when I feel like writing I have to do something much more pressing. I forget that writing is what I want to do with my life, it is why I am in school, why I am studying English... Anyway, just wanted to share this poem :)



Puddles

What you have heard is true. I was the girl dancing in the rain, splashing through the puddles like a toddler. Spider webs of water rose about my feet; only to fall and rise again. Yes, people walked by with umbrellas, great spiny arches over dry heads. Paranoid of water. I flung my pale arms out and whirled in circles. My welcome to charcol clouds of life. The ground shimmered, water bounced. My hair clung in twisted clumps down my face. Clothes clung to me, sopping and heavy. Sure my makeup was running, I didn't care. By the time I saw a mirror, it would be gone. Voices scampered through my mind; things I chose to ignore. I would not get sick, I decided. It was entirely up to me. I was not making a fool of myself. I flopped down in the chilled water. I rose like flower peddles, enveloped me for but a moment. I ran my hands across the pelted surface, flipping water over my head. Clear dashes arced above me. I lay, watched it stream down upon my face. My meteor shower raining down. Uneven in its spacing, uneven in its fall. I went home, dried off, stayed inside, kept busy. Skipping through rain and splashing in puddles are not activities for adults. And sometimes, I even carry an umbrella.