RipplesA Poem by Bell SpaldingI actually wrote this one back in 2017, but I rediscovered it and am particularly fond of it. So, I bestow it upon you.I absentmindedly kick a pebble Into a puddle as I walk down the road And I cannot help but look at its surface Ripples Causing endless waves to rock a gray sky To toss the clouds among its crests Until it is silenced Still I look into the still puddle now And try to see how I’m feeling But I cannot see my eyes My skin All the puddle shows is silhouette Just a me-shaped shadow Maybe puddles don’t show our faces And only show us our thoughts Written on our souls in ink Some can still see smiles Others Like me Are drowning in thoughts Drowning in stories Maybe puddles aren’t meant to be mirrors Just a sad reminder Of how beautiful the world is Every dark cloud outlined And how in comparison we are darkness and thoughts And ink And stories Ripples I try to clear my mind of everything I know And look down Still a silhouette of ink My skin is paper and somebody has a story to tell Somebody Somewhere Me I find another stone and kick it into the water I walk away And as I do I look down at my arm Still the same faded tan as always No ink No stories No cursive script written over a thousand times A thousand thoughts Sometimes we need ripples to clear our mind When we think too much When life gets too hard When we cannot look ourselves in the eye because We cannot see ourselves We are suffocating Just stop Stop Stop Pause And look away Dip a toe into the water And make ripples Look up at the sky Smooth and clear and clean No more ink No more darkness Just Ripples © 2018 Bell SpaldingAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBell SpaldingVTAboutI'm a 14 year old who writes incoherent words that sound pretty. I'm also constantly tired. Fun times. more..Writing
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