Hesitation cuts,
On the same arm you held onto,
Because I refused to hold on to life,
After it flicked me like a mere coin: into a wishing well,
And fooled me into believing it would make my dreams come true.
Hesitation cuts,
On the hands that designed masterpieces,
For herself and everyone around her.
Only to watch those who can barely fantasize,
Trek to ethereal lands.
Hesitation cuts,
You try a cute imitation of,
On un-cracked palms that never worked a day,
Because you want them to desperately believe,
You're just as troubled as I am.
Hesitation cuts,
That will always be,
Curiosly covered by a baggy sweatshirt
Because I need you to think I'm thriving;
That my shiny medals and podium finishes are defining
Enough to make me want to live.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Paintings
PoesíaA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
