Untold Stories

Papers-

Papers everywhere-

Thoughts unfinished

Questions unanswered

Stories told

Or not.

I’ve spun so many tales

Shared so many lives

With myself

In the confines of my own haven.

But these words

Stories

Papers-

Papers everywhere-

Mean nothing

If these stories go untold.

Rain

Isn’t it amazing

How the simplicity

Of water

Falling

Has the ability to

Purify the transgressions of the world

And set our minds at ease

To start anew?

The act of falling-

A devastating blow-

Occurs before we build

Ourselves back up.

 

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Recipe for Disaster

One mistake that could have been prevented

But not easily fixed.

Stir until the bumps begin to smooth out.

Add a dash or glimmer of hope to taste;

Enough that it can still be crushed

But not enough to overpower.

Let sit until it ferments

And spreads

Sinking into the crevices in your brain

Leaving you with nothing

But an aftertaste

Of what could have been.