If Flawless Must Describe Me Once

Wed, 12/24/2014 - 05:02 -- SunFire

 

A crystalline ice sculpture weeps as the stifling heat wave consumes its delicate corners.

The jagged, cracked tips of the rock pierce through the belly of the waterfall.

An oak tree wrestles with the remnants of the ruthless winter, regaining its viridescent shade.

It all exists, it has all just been made.  

 

You see, I cannot draw without the need to trace,

I cannot sing without existing lyrics,

I cannot play without existent strings of song,

But I can still write, when everything else is gone.

 

There are those who struggle with the written word,

Those who cannot grasp its subtle touch,

Those who cannot feel its beating heart,

But I see it all, the beauty, and the art.

 

You can speak in wrecked chunks of word,

You can be too shallow or too full,

You cannot take back what you say,

But I can build worlds and destroy them in that one day.  

 

We can push our body to the break,

We can strain our muscles until the fibers stretch and groan,

We can be pelted with the sleet, the snow, the rain,

But these shall not destroy the power of our brain.  

 

And so I stand here, well really, I sit,

And know that I am endless flaws,

Yet if flawless must describe me once, it shall be right,

To say that I am flawless only here, only when I write.  

 

 

 

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