The Worth of Words
What I've learned vs. What I should have already known
By Senna Osygiel-SolyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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So much depends upon a red
flag,
looming and leveling in a whirlwind,
fluttering and flawing with passion,
embracing itself in misplaced pride.
Lost among the judgemental eyes,
I watch the colorful spectacle unfurl;
stupidly touched by the efforts meant to blind,
and expertly ravage.
Yet I manage to dissociate,
continue to let it fly,
hoist it up
display it proudly-
and step back,
and admire my primary-colored disaster.
When the storm subsides,
its hued damage done,
it untethers and throws itself to the wind:
Leaving me holding a string that has become a snake.
Like my rose-colored glasses,
it was all a dream.
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