to beam and smile
at these trophies
in your closet
I've got plenty too
you know
let's keep them
for the others
who can't reflect
lead me instead
to the You's
you've hidden
the skeletons of you
you could never Be
let's open them up
it should be fun, I bet!
we'll cut them up
shed a tear or half
keep what's good,
let's see what we get!
hold on! I've got mine too
This last one
I've been saving
just for you
cut! keep! throw!
now we're all set!
let's then walk out
into this Brave new world
let's run I say
together,
in circumspect.
in circumspect.
i am loving the processes i am going through after writing this poem.. :D
ReplyDeleteguess i did become an archeologist of sorts after all!
love the metaphors of "trophies in your closet" and "skeletons of you". deep.
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