Writing

I know

pitiful laughs and lies

and joys and cries

and love and skies

that are most breathtakingly

blue

I know

the good and sad

the ugly and bad

the boiling mad

If I were 

a bird for an hour,  

what fate 

might await 

me? 

Would I go so high, 

be one with the sky 

or 

would I be slain 

Make sure to remind

yourself that you’re

alive

because

Sometimes

life

moves

so

fast

you

forget

how

to

breathe

Sometimes

They all told me

that I was bright

and that I shined

like a star

All stars burn out eventually,

then there’s nothing left but

disappointment

You held me so high

TITLE: Saudade

PROMPT: “Leave” (End with “And now I know why I can never leave”)

The mangled materials that make us are not defined by the components,

they are not defined by the ideas or the movements.

They are what they are,

pieces to create a greater whole.