Sorrowful Yes – Shannon Beasley

Sorrowful Yes

By Shannon Beasley

 

We all once dreamt such beautiful things,

And we’ve all had them mocked.

We’ve all cut them down.

 

If I could take that purest intention,

I’d put it away somewhere safe.

And you’d never find it,

I’d hide it as best as I can.

 

I’d sneak it sunlight and water to sow,

I’d read to it nightly so it won’t feel alone.

I’d sing the same songs that taught me to grow.

I’d show it everything that could ever be shown.

 

I would give it a voice to speak on its own,

I would teach it to walk and to find its way home.

I would teach it to dance, to be happy and loud!

I would teach it to be friendly, and never too proud.

 

And come the day when it would be ready-
Though my heart would be heavy,

I would loosen my grip.

And bid farewell through a quivering lip.

 

To the world I would release it,

And in her hand it would rest.

Through the tears I would watch,

As the world put it to test.

 

I would walk the soles right out of my shoes,

Counting the steps to 10,000 by twos.

Closing one eye for the reds, and the other for blues.

Until I would reach it, to gather loose bolts and loose screws.

 

I would carry it back slung over my shoulder,

And feel it go from cold to much colder.

I would sing to it songs that taught it to grow,

As somber reminders that I’ll never sow.

 

I would lay it down to rest,

In the same row as his brothers.

I’d add another tick mark to the left of my chest,

As I’d gather up the flowers.

 

I would remember, yes-

Oh sorrowful yes.

Of how we all once dreamt such beautiful things,

And we’ve all had them mocked.

We’ve all cut them down.

We’ve all cut them down.