Coat of colors, Joseph can find
The answer to every dream
Today, so can we
One such dream,
From days past
I can still recount
A meaning I have deduced without doubt:
Afraid of silence, of being left behind,
Longing for arms that promise shelter.
The tender ache of children
so open, so fragile
Soft hearts mirror the risk of my own.
To rise beyond the weight of waking walls,
Yet roots hold fast, growth denied,
Truth waits, unwelcome, at the door.
Could grace come from the unexpected?
Craving escape, a shift in skin,
But mistrust coils beneath my ribs;
To trust is to risk the fall.
Am I running toward freedom
Or simply away from the ache of the day?
To fly is to feel the soul stretch wide
Freedom, power, breath without boundary.
But the plane shakes, falls
My burdens haven’t learned to stay grounded.
Losing the wheel, the fear returns:
What if I fail again?
But the craft steadies
Terror faced, and courage found.
A new place waits, horizon unknown,
Yet the old longing lingers
For safety, for stars to follow,
For a voice to say, “You’re enough.”
I seek the warmth you once held,
A bowl of light for a weary spirit.
But doubt creeps in
Feeling small, steered by others, unsure.
Still, life doesn’t pause for fear.
So press on, feet dragging or flying,
Refusing to surrender what I’ve dreamt