We bite our nails
Pluck strands from our crowns
And dream we were someone else
Somewhere else
Anywhere but here
But underneath it all
Under the grit
The grime
The labor, the time
Under our fingernails too short
And the receding of our hair
Is that spark
That vivid hope
That longing to breathe free
Like our lady of liberty with torch
Bearing light to the lingering masses
We live, yet seldom
Live to enjoy it…
We drink in disappointments
Yet seldom stop to bathe
In the ineffable laughters
Of the moment
It all falls down
Below the expectations
Below the frustrations
And then we wake up
With nothing
But our fears
Why?
For what?
Perhaps we shouldn’t
Let moments pass like that
Perhaps we have dined
On the ugly for far too long
Perhaps it’s time
Time to change that
Time to reinvent
Ourselves
Our minds
Our hearts
Time to refrain
And begin again.
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