clay

my shadow has always been a heartbeat behind 

i stand here 

i stand before you

i stand in silence

what has even been whole, flawless?

wrinkled baby feet never having left footprints

can't retrace our steps back to awe, to newness

steps only going forward towards the unknown

painted with the bias of what we know

how can i forgive

haven't i rewritten my history to justify fear 

pain 

midnight tears

the jealous beast that has taken residency in my gut

scratching and roaring 

eyes open but seeing my universe, not the universe as it exists

the universe we stumble through, sometimes colliding with one another

those collisions

the force of them

reveal how pliable we are

we mold into love

we mold into anger

we mold into ourselves

Reviews

[Surya]

Soo true......I loved it...:)

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Of clay we are made. As clay, we are shaped by our journey. Great metaphor, for molding the reader's perception.

[asperatus_]

I thank you kindly for your feedback and for reading my poem.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

My pleasure.

[duff]

This has a sick flow that has me reading it again. Wishing we could go back to simpler times when we didn't know what we do now. Every decision made written somewhere out there in the fabric of time. I really enjoyed this. Nice work.

[asperatus_]

Thank you, duff - that is exactly what I was trying to relay. I really appreciate you reading my work. :)

[duff]

Most definitely! You are welcome:)

[August]

love your style and how everything is carefully worded! especially how everything is lowercased and spaced out for a more dramatic emphasis on words you feel need more impact! keep it up(:

[asperatus_]

thank you so much for reading and your kinds words!

[Laura Lynn Close]

how poetic, midnight tears, I have had those in my life time, I wait with expectancy hoping life may have yet some good thing in it for me, I don't know how we mold into ourselves

[asperatus_]

it's either rainy or sunny in life. thank you for your time and thoughts reading my poem!