Surrounding Beauty By: Malori Schabloski

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My hair is blowing in the wind.
It's a cloudy day outside.
I keep walking even though it
looks like it's about to down pour.
I see the narrow bridge coming up
ahead.
Memories begin to flash through
my mind of long walks down this
trail with my father when I was
just a young girl.
As I approach the bridge my
sandal gets caught on a broken
wood panel.
I fearfully gasp for air hoping
the rail is strong enough to
hold me back from falling into
the water.
Part of me wishes I would have
fallen into that water.
Maybe God would have rescued
me from drowning.
Not only from drowning in the river
with the current flowing far too
strong pulling me under,





but rescue me from the trap holding
me back in real life.
The trap that never wants to let go.
The trap that clings around my ankle
like some scum sucking creature.
I slowly pick myself back up.
A new vision comes to mind.
I'm smiling, dancing in fields of daisies,
singing at the top of my lungs letting
God hear his beautiful daughter
sing.
In that very moment, my vision
becomes my prayer.





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