Daydream

Child size red converse click together by the tips of young toes

Daydreaming aimlessly while she looks out the classroom window

As she dreams during the day her imagination starts to flow

Her mind travels to a far and adventurous place where no one can tell her no

Dreams that can take her from the great below to up high in the everlasting sky

As she flies high up in that sky, she is free as her spirit and in control

Content in her place of comfort until she is interrupt by the calling of “Nicole!”

Like a penguin attempting to fly, she is struck down by cruel reality

As reality hits, imagination crumbles and she is back on the ground

“Stop daydreaming,” coming from the voice that called her name just before

Picking up her pencil, she progresses with her work and eventually grows bored

Her eyes lock on her ancient bothersome teacher whose faced towards the board

Scanning across the second-grade classroom, all joy grew tiresome and bleak

Joyful times once shown through finger paint was now replaced with

Endless arithmetic equations and lack of naptimes causing kids to grow weak

Speaking of fun carefree time with fellow classmates felt like sharing old myths

Myths, fun, and being carefree all sounded like forbidden words that should never be spoken

Words gone unspoken due to the fact the villainous teacher rejects smiles and creates frowns

Dreams of a hero to protect and save the weary students and mend what is broken

Faithful friend imagination streaks up again, back where it belongs safe and sound

Back inside her fictional homeland, she prepares to save her suffering class

Her purple cape flaps in the wind like a flag waving graciously from a pole

As quick as a snap from her miniature fingers, she was able to set the class free at last

The second graders cheer while their hero smiles knowing she completed her role

Promising to herself, she swears to never allow her creativity to reach limitations

The visionary inside of her would never be taken or even fade far away

For if her imagination were to fade, she would pray that it was all an illusion

Her dreams will push pass the classroom window and be here to stay