Poem: Quiet Improvements – 02/02/21

Sometimes life won’t be perfect
no matter how much you will it, 
you adjust, you alter, 
you are adamant, 
yet plans, they falter,
accept defeat, 
you must admit this.  

It does not matter how much we carry 
wishes within us, 
there are moments which will simply 
flit out of the picture,
the power within, 
the strength which hardens us 
can make us shudder, 
and suddenly there’s that shattering, 
the shattering of one’s perfect picture. 

It shouldn’t matter that I can’t sit here and 
share all the rest, 
paint a scene for you to observe and for myself to reminisce,
despite it all, despite my hopes, my dreams, 
I want to move forward, and become much more
than that which I yearned for 
now and evermore,
 
a glass-stained picture 
which drips in brights, in hues, 
in yellows, in blues, 
and rectifies the scent of unwanted, sympathetic flowers,
shall we begin anew?

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