Unfinished Result

A notebook exploded today.

There was paper everywhere,
Lining the ground over desktop and demons alike,
Within my pockets doubled over half pressed by another leaf,
In and on my brain worries and ideas skirmish over dominion,
Flocks of origami cranes are perched in the closet,
On my bed, underneath the pillow, and the mattress below.
Four Years of delay, the sign said STOP,
Went on to say “In progress”….
“Still working”…
“Busy”..
“Just a moment”.
“Ready shortly”
Wait!

I’m not done, yet.

It’s easy to botch the lump of clay before it becomes a vase.
Sometimes words are enough to conclude,

I’m unfinished

A Caterpillar’s metamorphosis into a Butterfly
One that climbs aspires to soars.
And one that falls desires to climb.
Never be so flippant to ignore the despotism,
Isolation from a world of too many colors,
Numbers with no meanings,
And purposes no one knows.

Please don’t forget the pupa,
A chrysalis is stagnant on the surface,
Spectators often dismiss what is not obvious,
But under a calm exterior a ploy is underway
The change is never pleasant,
It is never easy, for if it was,
Climbing would be the limit.

When a worm is transfixed on the bird’s ability to fly
The destiny of the two is dinner for one.
Just as the pupa must strain its limbs,
Exert the limits of a dormant vessel,

And fail.

Only to might and vigor arise as the phoenix,
Break loose the shackles that entrap your mind,
Ascend and take flight.

See now it was worth the effort,
Quiet the voices that try to belittle and disrupt,
And pity those who do not see that the struggle is necessary.

~ by remothe2nd on February 28, 2008.