this is the mirror
at the root of existence
we choose to grow and then
wither
bend and bow
curve and carry
reach and
reminisce
.
at night the bloom closes
protecting center from darkness
and fragile from star
.
days run together
with the laughter of sympathy
.
what we’ve learned
earned
burned
is eternally
shed
.
.
.
.
February 3rd, 2016 at 4:30 pm
This works perfectly. I understand it intuitively and love it – best read aloud.