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.
DoRee MelNic 