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.
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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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.