The pitfuls of my being are endless,
Like a never ending world of new
Revelations resurfacing about
Ill mannered deeds.
I am but the product of my indifference,
The wild that brews the storm, and
Hastens it into a hurricane.
Never the quiet before the storm, am i?
Behind the surface lies a contradictory maze.
I am not happy all the time, nor sad despite
Popular belief. I sit in the middle,
A walking tightrope resting in between two
Causalities.
Cruel undertones can still haunt a
Bright optimist's mind.
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Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
