I’ve always wanted to write a series of poems that are all connected somehow. With help from my best friend A.C. I’ve decided that I want to write a series of poems based on the numbers 1-10. I realized that lately I’ve been embarking on very difficult journeys all by myself, it’s something that I can’t seem to stop doing to myself. This journey however, I hope, will be a fun one. Therefore, it’s with great pleasure that I share, “One”!
A figure stands up on a mountain peak, It looks down for something to tweak. Through the misty fog, a spot appears, the faintest glimmer of a girl on a pier. The figure catches the girl’s reflection, and tries to summon her, but is deflected. It’s face contorts and sighs inside, the girl is revisiting a lake of her own creation, from before, when her tears were uncontrollable, and for a while she was inconsolable. The earth caught them, and cherished them. Her lake grew and plants no longer perished. She visits her lake nearly everyday and peeks down at her reflection, there she finds what she seeks. Everyday the lake grows smaller, and as it does she stands taller. The figure descends to meet, the girl who learned, to stop the tears all on her own. It burned the figure, who stopped cold right behind her, trying to touch, trying to find, the source of all her strength. She twirls and faces the figure, eyes red and swollen, she hurls rocks that she gathered at the figure hoping that with its tears the lake will reconfigure. She kneels to the ground and stares up at the figure, “You! You are not wanted here. I am one. I am whole all on my own. You are not needed. This life is not yours to twist. I am one and that is far better than two.”
I hope that one day I will be able to truly believe the sentiments in this poem.
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