That Boy

I’ve said this before when no one would hear. I’m the boy I’ve been, and all who grew from him. That boy dreamed of happiness. Apple seeds grow apple trees. That boy always felt he could become anyone he held, if he tried. This is the myth— anyone, he could become, if he held the hope. Belief bleeds the prism that alters light and illuminates the certain path. That boy dreamed of happiness, and bled.

October 1971