Forward

Lest blessings come
Like fall's leaves
Abundant and colorful
I fear what will be on my mind
Worry how long will I look
At all of them in detest
Till I eventually turn towards me
In-wards
Back-wards
For words to lift me
Fly me above this blue trapping me
Lest I remember
Everything I need to complete
Is at my fingertips
In my sights
Never more than a few feet
And a couple of gel pens away
From permanent memory;
Lest me
I will move forward
For words
Despite those things
I feel complete
Not meant for me...
Well,
Maybe.
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