A tissue in the wind



25/4/2017 A piece about choosing directions both intentional and not

Thrown away;

a tissue into the wind,

its impetus betraying its intent

and doubling back.

I learn this way,

I set out firmly and surely

in this direction,

yet somehow find myself





How did this happen when I








Yet none of them lined up

and I noticed nothing?


What story does this mirror tell?


They say a picture paints a thousand words...

How many volumes to describe

the sheer anguish and confusion 

in my eyes alone?


Thankfully, the pain is fleeting,

and my smile returns,

levity bobs and buoys its way

back to the surface of my soul

and my light shines.

Yes, even for me.




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