The Ripple
by Kabriel Moorehead
I fill my lungs with air and allow them to depress slowly
Hoping that this calming rhythm will ease my anxiety over picking up the pen
And returning to the craft
The love of my life which gave this name meaning
In my mind my name glimmered in lights set on the cavernous stages of Broadway
Every time my lips graced the Mic
The palpitations of my heart were tangible,
Visibly furious as if my chest was a cage
That held a vigilant, thumping lion in against its will
There were no shakes in my limbs when I performed
My body was frozen as the world did somersaults around me
And yet through all of this,
As my mind was racing at super sonic speeds
Worrying that the speed of light was the only acceptable velocity
To accomplish my primary mission
Of spreading my thoughts to the world
Whether they were valued or not made no difference
The only thing that mattered was the ripple I had created
To know that even for a solitary moment
I had impacted the thought process of another being was priceless
And sent my world of constant chaotic motion
Back into a restful state
Once the show was over and my mind had receded into the doldrums
I would return home as a conqueror,
Having won over the hearts of any mind that cared to listen
It's been a long time since those days,
And my hands have nearly forgotten how to keep up with the break neck pace of my mind
As I scribble these words with this pen
The soothing breathing pattern is no longer necessary now
Because there's no doubt in my mind with all the things I've accomplished
That those ripples I created are not just fantasies of long gone moments
And could be started again
Copyright 2013| Kabriel Moorehead
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