The Reflection of Shadows
A collection of moments
Small and metal, round and
heavy
Weighing down my hopes and
dreams,
Causing pain with every
gesture,
Swelling at the joints and
seams.
I want to hide it, burn it,
melt it-
Keep it out of public sight.
This bright and shiny
glistening object
Given out of pure delight.
Much like handcuffs, locked
and tightened
It keeps me tied to this one
place,
With the thoughts that keep
invading
I fall further in disgrace.
Wanting freedom with my
comfort,
Trying to bend it in its place,
Nothing’s meant to be this
tangled,
Nothing's meant to have to change.
Nothing's meant to have to change.
(Note: This is an old, old poem. It's nice to look back and see how different life has become. How everything is the complete opposite of before.)
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