We want to know the story
Before we write it
We know we shouldn’t ask for things
We think we cannot get
Whatever tomorrow brings
Will be above where feelings end
Because our feelings cannot end
Tomorrow or even the day after
Nothing ends with feeling
It’s only the beginning
Our subtle influence around us
Is our weight but not the date
We set to accomplish by
Running moral races toward
Our hope for others
We grow at different paces
But feel held back by
Broken faces that relent
To let us shine
Deliberately
Clouding
It is unique to our own jaws
To speak our truth without
The universal laws or destined
State in which we leave our empty plate
We do our dish we do not wish
For someone else to clean it up
And if surroundings are not
Up to chosen standards
We focus on what makes it work
Knowing the mystery will surface
Show it’s glorious bloom
Even in winters cold
Even amongst the blackest gloom
How things began
Are just the inkling
To what they will become
© GÄ
Poétique 