Lebene Coffie
@lebenecoffie195359
1 year ago
Being just a speck floating through existence
Negligible effect, unnoticed in the absence of incidence
Irregular for a speck, wondering what you’re cut out off
Where you’re from? What you were shed off of
?
Was it something out of the control of anybody? It just happened out of thin air
Was it out of need? That maybe I needed to float out somewhere…
A place where everything would make sense
So, as I float through fogs so dense
And get stuck to some other speck I don’t complain
Because why fight what I can’t change, ripping off this oddly shaped speck will only bring me pain.
So, we float along, companions we remain
I get a good look at that weird speck and see almost a refection
How their dreams and quirks match mine
How they also believed when we got to the place everything would be perfectly fine.
This wasn’t so bad I could tow this line
I want to get to my paradise the one that is mine
So, I still don’t get mad when we get stuck to some stupid caterpillar
The ugliest thing I’ve sighted so far
Eating and breathing were how she knew to conquer
We just trespassers she was too big to see
This could not be paradise no no it couldn’t be
For as time moved, I had lost all the hope I had in me
It's not for nothing that the word miracle exists
Because someday like it had heard all of my wails
We were floating again smoothly on opened sails
Maybe paradise was up never on the ground
Where everything was beautiful especially sound
Where the most glorious sights could be found
So, this wasn’t my paradise because we kept moving
In directions I don’t think anyone was choosing
We were up now floating so why did it feel like we were losing
Reminded of the days miss butterfly bright and symmetric was miss caterpillar a fright and spikes feel like electric
Yes, I was angry and you would be too if suddenly your sticky friend wanted to be eccentric
On the loose, saying we wouldn’t be long was her little ruse
I spent this haphazard period and every day in a helpless muse
What were the right words to use
?
In my helplessness I retreated into another deep depression
Just that this time I was still floating, I was not on the ground
Very terrified that my destination would never be found
We were part of swarms of birds and bugs alike
Flew over some guy who they called Mike
Landed on the prettiest people and flowers
I was starting to admire my winged companion’s prowess
Gratitude arose inside of me increasing my appreciation for the fact that we had come this far
Maybe this was paradise even if not up to par
Soon we were in a field
Empty except for the bushes that found a way to yield
She flew over the perimeter
Maybe measuring like she had some sort of internal meter
In that moment when she started to fly in place, her wings flapping more aggressively than I had ever encountered
I felt myself being thrown off, then on the ground feeling battered
In this new sensation my fondest memory was of my lowest low
On the ground with miss caterpillar finding myself clinging onto her no matter how many times she shed, no matter how much she would grow
Maybe this was paradise, an open space and uncaged
The possibilities were endless
I laid in the dirt ignorant and friendless
Wondering if my odd friend was this helpless
And how miss caterpillar could be so heartless
My solitude was taunting
Alone with minimal lighting
The dirt engulfing me from every side
Depression was at my door not place to float no place to hide
Things didn’t make sense at all
I was buried in wet dirt listening to things fall
Raging that I’d been delusional for a good amount of time
That all this hope I had amounted in me was not worth a dime
Like all at once I swear, I felt something open up inside me
Opened me up to the start of becoming everything I was meant to be
It took sometime but I found paradise
Among the mightiest trees
Standing among them enjoying the breeze
They all know me as the first
The beginning of the rest
I was high now and my roots were deep
On the floor I would feel all that could creep
In the sky I could hear all the magical sounds
I was a place for shelter after creatures were done with their rounds
I loved floating with my companions despite all the things at that time I thought were wrong
Adversity had birthed something so strong
I wonder where my other companions had ended up
Did they get to their paradise? Where they happy we never had a map?
If I knew for a second that someday I would be this big and mighty, I would have just held on tight and taken a very restful nap.
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