Most drawn to center
Where all of us are one
But many lost in darkness
To drift beyond the crest
But I try to live every day
As if it were a tread
On the staircase
Which would take me there
The vivid ones
Of course
Neons and electrics
Brash and confrontational
The crazy-ass kind
I never knew existed
Never thought could exist
Just find the light
And follow it
You’ll find yourself
And be renewed
At the core of it all
A light burns so brightly
At the corner of my eye
It breaks through the clutter
And then
I am able to
Truly see
And why should it be different
When I can’t love him enough
Can’t give him enough
Can only think of my wants
Of my needs
But I found instead
A monochromatic panoply
Of materialistic
Greed
Selfishness
Dishonour
Mine is the hand with the eye
Time for new growth
On naked branches
Spring is come
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