We wear them.
Wear them down?
No mending ever
Of the wear and tear.
Just trudge on, most times,
With the excess baggage
Of what they mean to us.
Too precious, to lose.
Too crucial, to discard.
Too sentimental, sometimes;
For existing without them,
Is a long and barren road.
So we wear them
Monosyllabic, or poly-
Always stressed these days
Even those that need none.
Care-worn, careful, careless never
Their brilliant raiment often stymied
By walls that meet them, across un-discernible
Boundaries, set in stone, within the mind.
By the time you’ve found the right ones
To clothe your intent, your hesitant foray
Into a semblance of expression
They’re shorn of warmth,
Of possiblities that might break walls
And the intricate snowflake, it could be
Merely melts, into a murky puddle.
They, in turn, have worn you down.
14 June, 2018
A niggling push that began yesterday, while at work, and began to write itself, through the mobile app, completed on a desktop 😛 One of those writes that pushed, and got out. Sigh.