a volatile mix it is,
nature and reason.
clear in a story so close, i just might have lived it,
in a dream,
maybe a vision,
because so vividly,
it all resonates;
the looks and subtle shifts and theatrical displays,
and collective wonders of how, why, when?
what if i's, like it is i
who bleeds and lives,
for a character in a story that does not exist.
the main character i wrote them out to be,
is everything i seem to need, or wish to seem like,
just why, is it always a matter of selfish inadequacy?
and how, does she look at me?
unforgiving she,
that i have tweaked and changed to fit my view,
of this character i never knew.
YOU ARE READING
Lavender Candles
شِعرpoetry compilation > ** by Serina Odubo. (serenity) (sjdotcom) (essjay.com) (essjaydotcom)
