My Poetic Fabrication
Location
What would be different,
If what I chose was an
Altercation
Revelation
Procession?
Rather it’d be simple.
Complexities of androgyny
Of blending a harmonious future,
Of love, of creation.
Counteracting the poetic life for me.
The one made for me.
She told me to dream large,
Larger than the mostest ginormous, colossal mountain I could imagine.
It was the elementary years,
Everything was clear.
The fears
The tears
Giant teddy bears.
Starting so young,
I thought I was at the top of my game,
High on my horse.
My endeavors ceased.
No one heard me.
But, I fought on…
Destinations
Unknowns.
My castle of lovely dreams,
Surpassed my expectations.
I never gave up on my poetic fabrication.