Sculpted – May 18, 2019

The ugliness I’ve sculpted,

Plain and simply, me.

Escaping the whirlwind that returns,

Unknown.

Seeing the beauty

Encapsulated by your life,

Breaks my heart

And sucks me back in.

Treasured memories

Are few between.

Swept away by

The dependable wind.

Will we meet again?

Will we know each other?

The ugliness I’ve sculpted,

Plain and simply, me.

I’m afraid

We are on the opposite

side of the tracks.

Will you cross over for me?

Will I for you?

Our lives split apart.

Our stories,

Briefly touched.

One of will power

By the grace of God.

The other turbulent

By the hand of the universe.

Life is unexpected,

And glorious,

And down right wretched.

I’ve come so far

To slip back into…

The ugliness I’ve sculpted,

Plain and simply, me.

What if, this is all we get?

Hills and valleys,

As we etch on the slate of life.

Resilience and the right now.

Wasting time,

Otherwise,

Beauty missed

In everyday moments

Floating by fast.

The perfect sculpture,

Plain and simply, us.

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