Truth Idealized

aromatic petals waft into the mind’s display

sowing memories of life unto the heart’s array

hands that never idle draw upon this weary face

siphoning the spirit, carapace soon turns to waste

thoughts endearing, dwindle like a spindle spiralling on

fraught with fears like kindling tends the tender fire till dawn

helpless to observe the truths impressed upon our flesh

soft and supple, weak and wary, worn under duress

standing on the pillaged past to peer into our fate

captured in reflections to which we cannot relate

poised upon the precipice of poignancy implied

haunted by the visions of our truth idealized

 

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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