Capsized

by CindyUng

July 27, 2015

I am stuck

In a pot of country stew:

Bubbles as thick as petals,

Carrot tops glaring red,

Taters as soft as soil,

Onions sweating riverbeds.

There is just so much going on

In this deep curry reef.

And I treasure every ingredient.

But the Chef tells me,

"Something has to go.

You must rid the one that spoils

In the heat

Or else you’ll be having

A toxic brew of meat."

I know I have to sacrifice the beef.

But why scoop it out now,

When I savored the taste for so long?

But there has to be something better;

As I lift my wooden ladle --

Steam vanishing at the touch

Of my trembling cheeks --

There just has to be.

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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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