constant?A Poem by Lydia Shutter"girl with golden tears" by gustav klimt today the hem of my life is dragging in the dirt nothing is constant, is it? because a new beginning means there is also an ending wish I could unhear the words moments of anticipation morph into flashes of fear then nanoseconds of acceptance but the world does not notice the space between joy and grief is not easily navigable i must remind myself the chasm between today and tomorrow can be a sort of purgatory and nothing is constant, is it? © 2023 Lydia ShutterFeatured Review
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