Poem: Rearranged into Them – 07/02/20

Disembody the I from the I from the I!
Rearrange the me into them!
Tell the tales in a cheery manner,
engage them,
I will do my best, I promise.
 
There once lived a princess who was trapped in her mind.
In a tower she rose each day and night.
But this tale is not about her anguish,
it is not about her at most nor least,
this tale is about you,
You, I must please.
 
I will tell you of how I’m taking steps forward,
the right steps to take,
but all the while an exploration to the left and right,
a compass point I can neither promise nor paint.
 
But progress is being made,
I am certain, I am assured of this,
little mishaps though, occur in the thin breeze.
 
Are these signs or merely coincidences?
I think you know which way some might lean,
but I will go with common sense and call these accidental,
the breeze becomes a gust,
brings me to my knees.
 
And I see you there,
wanting, waiting,
perhaps a desire to continue listening,
but I am decidedly spent of words,
I care not to divulge my plans,
maybe they don’t even exist,
either way, I’ll cherish something within cupped hands.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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