Congratulations!
You made it,
You made it through the shards of glass that stabbed your feet on the pavement to get to me.
You have pained yourself to great extents, only to receive indifferent glances and rigid smiles from me.
I understand your sorrow,
I really do.
Though I pity you more,
You walk on the world, as if the stems of flowers bend to your whim,
As if the sun shined shines solely for.
As if the common emotion of self-doubt is beneath you.
You strut as if a halo beams over your head.
You live as if the world is indebted to you.
You most likely wake up in your perfectly made bed, with the sky kissing your eyes awake, believing you are entitled to everything you want.
So you must have been puzzled when you met me then.
You worked so hard to add me to your collection of acquiring things. Beads of sweat racing down your pride.
Pity, it was all in vain.
Turns out not everything can belong to you.
YOU ARE READING
Afternoon Thoughts
PoesiaHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
