Rubix Cube

 

You mock me.
Without saying a word you have me
flushed, feeling foolish,
fumbling, forgetting, forging,
fighting,
to respond,
and failing almost every time.
Always a step behind,
unable to get ahead, gain control,
find stability.
When I begin to think I have,
there you are again,
waiting
for me
to figure you out.

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An Interlude

It’s not often that I abandon my strictly poetic postings,
but I felt like a note, an explanation, a whatever, was necessary. Whether that’s for you, or for me, is still up for debate but hey.

I’m in the process of figuring out how I want to do this…still. I’ve had ideas but could never get myself to be consistent enough in how I implement them. So instead of starting and stopping constantly, I’ve taken a moment to think and collect myself and decide how to move forward. So in the meantime, I have been working on things, they’re slowly coming together, hopefully, I’ll be able to share them soon. Your patience is appreciated.

Peace and love

ca3_work-in-progress

Enough

 

Stand tall against the bully waiting for you at the end of the hall.
The demons that taunt you at night,
The voices in your head telling you why you can’t,
The person in the mirror;

You listen to me now.