scattered all over the page.
Stray threads left to dangle...
New ideas bleeding
in from the edge.
I am complexities wrapped
in ease-of-use transparency.
A see through image,
faintly showing all of me
in a battle with inadequacy.
I am a million stars
blinding the night,
I am darkness personified.
I am the blink of an eye.
I am sounds amplified
I am silence in
a library of sound.
I am the noise you hear
in the hush of a crowd.
I am unpredictably predictable.
I will fall
more than stand,
but I’ll run
and feel the wind
in my face.
Even if my legs buckle
and I crash land,
I’ll stagger on,
because I can only win this race
if I hold my heart in my hand.
I am a castle of sand,
drifting debris in the wind.
But I’m as solid
as a house of stone
and in my field, I will
stand free.
A scarecrow
scared of nothing
and everything.
All I have ever been
and who I will ever be.
A mannequin of mediocrity,
or a marvel of merit.
I’ve paid my dues to the universe.
I’ve given my blood, my hope, my screams,
to let it pour more back in, drop by drop,
as the moonlight whispers messages
to keep it always near the top.
A vessel overflowing with
unsubstantiated dreams.
But time, it seems has a way
of finding the answers
when you least expect
them to claw through the seams.
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