More moving poetry.

Empty walls,
Once a gallery
For Individuality
Now nameless,
Faceless,
Once more.

Letting go

It is difficult not to worry
Over things you can't control
But oh how necessary!
To give them to one whose role
Is to carry those burdens for you
So that you can be happy, whole.

Refuge from a cold fall walk.

My glasses steam as I enter the warm, humid store. As the mist leaves my sight, I see a bright fish duck into a crevice surrounded by swaying, flowery coral polyps. A grey fish, slender and seamed with muted rainbows, slides by a smoke bubble tunicate. Young clams, lips painted in outrages leapord prints and swirls of pink and purple like a lava lamp, pulse open and close while forced currents sweep the fine gravel beds they live in. A strange orange fish, like an alien dimsum, flutters waveringly past a suave black denizen with white markings. Milk white albino snakes weave through their brown and black friends. A chameleon pins one of his wandering eyes on me, the other one fiercely trained on a cricket the size of his head. A tortoise noses the corners of his wooden pen, long black claws scraping thoughtfully with the sounds of a scholars pen. My survey done, I go to finish my walk.

Trials

My trials are in my mind.
I have given my fears power over me.
I've never broken a bone
Or stepped over a line
I am locked in stagnance
And will never go anywhere.

Temptation

I know that Coconut cream pie
Is an evil concoction
Of hormone laced fat
And cholesterol laden eggs.
That the cows and chickens involved
Were probably not treated humanely.
That runoff from their farms poisons fish.
And that I will feel gross an hour after I eat it.
Then why is it so hard to resist?