Prophecies of the Heart

The oiled surface of the stand
 showing each glossy glint, a subtle river
dripping infinite varieties
of the ways your life could go
the ebb and flow of choices
but this is only the decor of your life
the support
the feelings
the face you shine to make yourself seem
grander than you are.
Your heart is the crystal ball
but there are no prophecies to be found
just the simple glass that you look through
and then decide
what your future
will be.

JordanSara

VT

YWP Alumni

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