A Deed or a Map: A Poem

You recommended that I

ignore the feet under me. 

They’ll guide me.

They’ll do all the work.

And I bent toward you like

a plant toward the sunlight

and saw an asymmetrical world.

It was only right.

I now had character misfitting of you.

And I wanted a deed to your mind.

You gave me a map instead 

and told me not to use it.

“Let your feet guide you.”

I tried, but they never seemed

to leave the tightrope.

And I always fell

since I was now warped

from your sunlight you told me was growth.

But you didn’t care,

trusting there would be a mat

to break my free fall.

And then I realized

there was a light above that

wouldn’t warp

and you may be an adult

in the world of man 

but you are forever a child of God

and I couldn’t trust someone

who never felt small.