Waiting Essence

I drift
by and they don’t see
rather there is a
moment of somewhat incredulous disbelief
I’m still not better
I will never be
I am just pieces that breathe, breathe and break
Together—
Idle, composed and standing by
Separate—
A drifter until night falls on my dreams
Dreams that never end
the thoughts bent in some invisible light
in the place where ignorance overshadows
the still waiting essence…
Carrie Gilbert 2015

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