Coming My Way
19th March 2023

Wire that binds and confuses,
so thickly twisted about itself,
that it is blocking out the light around it.

Once thick verdant undergrowth …it is turning dark and grey,
my life, now seen through different lenses,
a mirror flipped.

Is this what I have become,
or is it a leaning toward something else yet to develop,
something yet to have its full say.

I am watching detached and powerless,
seemingly no master of that that is coming,

…that that is coming …my way.

 

Prompt: Flip the Mirror.

 

 

Karakul (Kala Kule) lake,
Xinjiang,
China

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