Suppressed Map
"The truth is I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get." -Joanna Hoffman
Beauty is flooding the interior
Leaking out of the walls
Creating no pathways to follow
She is leaking but dripping nowhere
A candle enduring in a candleholder
Weeks of wreaking waves of weak wax
Deep in her well
Too low to brim over her transparent bowl
She denies the privilege of bail
Yet she possesses plenty of power to hail a pail
She risks death in jail
To save the world
Locked away she can inflict no harm
Her diamonds flicker in the windows
A guiding lighthouse in the swarm
Dimly illuminating her yacht
Just enough for her to catch a glimpse of her shaking her head
She pockets the right key
But her door is jammed
Repair tools stand in front of it
Screaming in pain
Because they understand what the world can gain
She even made a map
Keeping it hidden because she says she is forbidden to be free
Streams surrender to the ocean
But here streams are paralyzed before they can steal time to form
Beauty just loops in on herself
Lost at sea
Flooding and flooding
Destined to runoff and thrive free
But here beauty returns to beauty
Her home dreams to die free
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published books of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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