What if
We could capture our souls,
Our thoughts,
Our very being
In a jar?
Some people would be swollen,
Overflowing,
The pressure making cracks in the glass
Some people would be pale, swirling,
A blizzard dying out,
Leaving ashes in its wake
Some people would be magic,
Spinning and dancing,
Alight and softly glowing with childish awe
I don't know what I would be
But I don't think
I'd keep myself on a shelf
I think I belong somewhere else--
Flying with fish,
Dancing with the wind,
Sighing in the sunlight
Perhaps I would even be
Encased within ink
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Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA simple collection of poems I've put together, meant to get you thinking. I wrote some and gathered some, but if you don't like poetry, don't read. ;) RANKED #356 IN POETRY ON 7/27/2016!
