Nonsense

 

Down to the Water I go again

Hoping to wash my sins again

Hoping I’ll finally be spotless

 

But lo the line is long

The water running low

I receive glares instead of sympathy

 

I tremble and hide

In the bushes hide

And feel invisible to all

 

I am not welcome here

The others make that clear

So I slip away silently alone

 

Why do they scorn me?

Why do they dispel me

Out into the cold and the dark?

 

I look at my hands

see nothing but red

and the rags I wear are dark

 

Is it the colors they hate?

The appearance they hate?

No, I saw others darker than I

 

I don’t belong here

This pond is not mine

My eyes become falls and I’m blind

 

I hear a soft noise

A calming noise

I look up and see above me a lamb

 

It’s soft white wool

It’s little felt ears

and eyes that look into mine

 

It turns its tail

Its little white tail

And clambers up a rocky trail

 

I follow it slowly

Tired and worn

I have no where else to turn.

 

Then at the hilltop

I stand on the hilltop

And feel a playful breeze

 

I look down at a valley

Full of strangers I know

And it is here that I belong

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