And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. - Anais Nin
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form melting
shapeless
no boundaries
left
to survey
Foundations
once sturdy
slide
further and further
down
beneath
cracked
calloused feet
well-trodden
a path
swirls and snares
my round-heeled ways
in ink stained
silly putty
spackle
How I have fallen
an archangel
once
young
now
no
longer
How I ache with greed
for what once was
Stil, I grow
my personal purgatory
Still, I create
my own private Idaho
oh and how
still, I slide
into my stilletos
fuckhead
Prompt: use grow, greed, for, path, create, young and fuckhead in a poem
I am a wandering wordsmith and storyteller captivated by the beauty in imperfection.
Join me on this exploration of all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities:
nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect .
