A/N: I wrote this for no reason whatsoever…So it is probably going to be a little strange.

Just some background info…

My best friend is named Dana, I met her in sixth grade. Before that, I’d had a few friends (who, might I add, weren’t really friends at all.) What I’ve written about below really DID happen, and the first part is kind of what I felt from like first to sixth grade. Halfway through sixth grade, I finally started to get to know Dana, and that’s where the end part comes in. The beginning of recess, it was warm outside; me and Dana were running across the lawn, and the sun was shining…And, to tell you people the truth, I think that IS my best memory. So this little poem is basically about what I felt before I met Dana, what I’d thought of Dana before I met her, and then the last part is explaining that memory. (Oh, and if you don’t get it from the poem…I am totally blind, and the way our school was set up…well, most of it was blind friendly. The parts that weren’t—the cafeteria, mostly—I couldn’t navigate, so I needed help with that.) Just in case you were wondering, you know? Okay. So now…Onward with the poem!

That Free

Twelve years of living

Living my life

Twelve years of never wondering why

I got by with some help and some tears

I lived life always burdened by fears

What if I was left, left all alone?

What if I was thrown out, to go on my own?

What if the people I cared about fled?

Where would I be, I would wonder in dread.

Twelve years had passed and I’d always survived

Lived with those fears, they were part of my life.

I’d sit with friends but I was always left out

I wondered if they’d hear me if I tried to shout

I tried to talk to them but they turned me away

I had to stick with them ‘cause they were the way

The way I could move, the way I could run

The way I could walk out under the sun

and not be afraid of what was ahead

That’s when I’d talk and they’d hear what I’d said.

In sixth grade, everything changed

We had a new girl who was pretty strange

My friends misled me and I stayed well away

When she’d talk to me, I wouldn’t hear what she’d say

I’d push her away and she’d just step back

Of intelligence and patience she had no lack.

I’d push her aside, and she’d just try again

My words never once looked like they gave her pain.

And then one day at lunch, my friends walked away

I was left at the table and there I just stayed

She sat down beside me like nothing was wrong

Her confidence perfect, her friendship strong.

She asked me if I needed a guide

“Yes, could you help me?” I quickly replied.

She gave me her elbow, I lifted my tray

And a friendship began, one that I hoped wouldn’t fray

Monday morning, the day was fair

I walked outside into the lukewarm air

I upturned my face, up towards the sky

And down beat the sun, down from on high

It fell on my face and my heart soared

No longer down and no longer bored

The sun on my face, my best friend beside me

My best memory is of feeling that happy, that free.

With the sun on my face and my best friend beside me,

My problems were gone, I did not need to see

I could sense that my soul was aglow within me.

A/N: So there you go. That Free. Whadaya think? Love it? Hate it? Think I should be less emotional about one single memory? (Yeah, well…) I’d love to know what you think about it…