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my hands move like flowers






my charcoal climbs
 
past the optimistic maybes
set low enough to tempt

looks for an only ever: one worthy witness
beyond this shell of I [or was that eye?]

self may have worked better
but I won't remove ambiguity

life doesn't








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Prompt 4: 30-45 words on... We all fall down.
Wordcount: 41
Edits: 4

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  • Life doesn't remove ambiguity, so maybe life will decide who is worthy? Like the twist and turns of fate. I think everything happens for a reason, but no one has an answer as to why. At least I don't. lol. "Past the optimistic maybes" really stood out to me, partly because I myself get tired of disappointments, and that only happens because your optimistic/hopeful. But how do you move beyond that? Be apathetic? Be insensitive? I somehow missed this poem till now, but I think that its how our perceptions, the things we see, determines our thoughts/words/actions, etc. Even hearing plays a role in defining the world around us. And well, I think thats the biggest challenge that you face every second, is trying to overcome those barriers or perceptions. I think you expressed that challenge or hindrance very well here. I myself am guilty of seeing the world in black and white, even though I know that there is a lot of gray out there. Now look what you've made do, ramble on and on lol. Wonderfully penned Hope your doing okay.