Maybe, I've Arrived
Composed to an image prompt from Ariadne Pautina :D
Its become a habit now,
shedding parts of me,
to only find
a new version
of the past.
Colours deceive
with promises of the wild
That would bring reprieve
from the skeletons
I've embodied on my path.
The mirage shines bright
despite my arrival,
The belief so strong
that I forget,
to end the journey.
I'm allowed to stop.
To declare I'm here
to no one more important
than me,
Yet, it doesn't feel right.
Habits move through me,
pretending that I have shed
them with time,
emerging, arced like rainbows
of relief.
The deceit is cruel
nine lives revolving around spite,
for whom, never revealed,
for the circle must
keep rolling, the farce complete.
This was composed for the image prompt shared by Ariadne Pautina through the note below:
Beautiful and it resonates with me in several ways. Just having retired has made reflect on my past habits and shedding layers that are no longer necessary. Yes, being okay with where I am without need of approval.
Thank you for a beautiful poem, and beautiful art.
I love all the cat references woven through, with references to the prompt too… it works so well.
🖤🖤🖤