Fleeting
The swirling madness
That my brain
Is comprised of
Will
Occasionally
And briefly
Coalesce
Into a series of words
That makes sense
Of the world around me
In a way
I find so beautiful.
I must write them down
Before they are lost
Forever.
Sand
I have
Accidentally
Cheated death
Many times.
As punishment
I have been forced
To live my life
As if
I were
Sisyphus' rock
Never making it to the top
Never winning
Always falling
And breaking
Into
Increasingly
Smaller pieces
With every failure.
I always try
To cobble
Those chunks
Together again
Despite the fact
I know
I never
Will.
Now I am
Just a pile of
Colorful sand
That is never
Quite able
To become
An intricate mandala
Before
The wind comes
Blowing it
Away
If I add
A days worth
Of tears
I can create
A simple
Kaleidoscope
So my ever
Shifting
Self
Can at least,
At times,
Become a moment
Of loveliness
For whoever
Takes the time
To look
At
Me.
About the Creator
Guenneth Speldrong
Hello there. I write things. Sometimes good things. Mostly, I write to find myself. If I can entertain you in the process, then that's just the derivative icing on the proverbial cake!
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