The child: an Amnesiac’s Freedom
Posted on 15. Apr, 2010 by Barry Hurd in Blog, Defiant, Dreams
As a child, my mother told me to pay attention.
Sitting idle as my thoughts played outside.
Blurs of imagination struggling to escape this prison.
The guards of denial, created by my elders,
binding me down, restraining me.
Until I forgot.
.
If I could remember,
the way I was told to behave,
or the manner in which I was told to act -
then my life would not be my own.
I would be an extension of what came before me,
instead of the extraordinary thing I need to be.
.
If my memory
in a moment of childish arrogance,
could be deleted, as it already has been,
I would know no rules, have no restraint.
I would dream not of surviving the failure of others,
but of discovering my own, of personal exploration.