Becoming

 

He called me frivole!

Cold in the wind of winter

I saw the word as a binder,

Hot, bitter, sour in a mug

Frivolous!

He called me addicted!

Flinging and clinging with desperation

The word brought into mind frustration,

Illusion, delusion, necessity are sweet

Addictive!

He called me désolée!

A fading color leaf in autumn

I took the word as utterly forgotten,

In flight and dance of rouge created

Desolated!

 

12 thoughts on “Becoming

  1. Hey, here’s wishing you a Merry Christmas!😄 This day is special, they say when and if you pray for something with your heart, it might come true! Well I hope that from this day on, you find your light and start your journey out if the troubles☺ God bless!

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