A Sort Of Pondering

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I breathe into the place with

The secret trees that cast shadows

Across my pale porcelain face

And the jacket, frayed ends and all,

Smelling like a fire, blazing, churning

With my reflection gazing at the stars

There were so many, like a jewelry box,

Only fit for diamond stud earrings

I felt a sense of still

Like God placed his hands on my shoulder,

And sent peace through my fingertips

My heart started up its chaos just then

I began to see the things I’d forgotten

Or meant to forget and never had the time

So I sat quietly on the rock by the creek

Thinking

About how I was a little lost

Not physically, but in my head

And how I don’t really know my family,

They’re strangers on a long bridge

That I pass by when I ride my bicycle.

I thought about how I don’t really have an explanation

As to why life goes on.

It just does.





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