Make an image of the life you crave.
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down.
You won’t drown in the money, if you go after it.
Travel on a plane; settle down.
Take for yourself the cedars and the oak.
Make perfume; soak an hour.
Find the pearls; adorn the neck.
Live among the trees in the forest.
Glean the profit of the day so you could stay warm, nourished in the rain.
There is hope in your baked bread, and in your bread, there is hope.
Even though the winter is here and spring isn’t coming,
You will still have a loyal companion to hold,
When the others are starving, living their penurious part.
A/N: Did that second line pull you out of your reverie before it even began? I chose to include it because the indifference of the cycle scares me. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments: did the unnecessary line make the poem feel more real or more broken to you? Thank you so much for reading. 🤗🌼🙏🏾
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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