an awkward turtle
oh yes, it's true...i am an awkward turtle. an awkward turtle is a turtle on it's back...exposed for the world to see (arms stretched reaching for something but who knows what), sometimes embarrassed but mostly free from it's worst fears because it IS after all in the one position for turtles to...simply let go. the worst seems all too clear, but it knows quite well that things could be worse...and that the shadows of the teasing vultures are nowhere to be found...because it's not that common for turtles to flip over...and usually no one sees it. but here i am...an awkward turtle just off a busy road...sometimes hoping to get hit...but mostly waiting for that nice person, on that lucky day, to flip me over...or just thinking if the wind blew a bit stronger...but stronger i have become as an awkward turtle...because it is an intense work out. an occasional shake brings music to my ears as my shell (yes. i have one. i am simply put...a turtle) taps the pavement. the sun gives me hope and strengthens my faith...but by the end of the day i embrace the night and the simplicity of a cool breeze. i long to move...not necessarily forward...but just in any direction. shake. tip. tease. laugh...but not to close...i'm still a wild animal, ready and willing to ruin your day with a snap of my vicious rhetoric. turtles still learn on they're backs...and see just as well upside down. this is the only way anyone can see my heart beat so as long i draw in air i will fight...cause damn it...i'm a turtle.