You Look Back

You look back. You do it more than often.
At times you’re the bird pecking with no fun,
At its reflection on a windowpane, awkward;
You look back. You’re in an apple orchard,
At harvest time with colors a delicate bright.
You look further. You swear a lover’s lips, quite
In the same color, grazed your lips from dismay.
The orchard, the apples, the lover wisp away
At the instance, your eyes open to the light.
Now you’re the cat behind the windowpane plight;
Flustered and frustrated that it can’t seize
The bird at the glass’s other side with ease;

It’s like trying to fish a manual out of fate.
Fate, the foreign places and unsure wait;
The endless pursuit of happiness pecked.
The prolonged distress as a side effect;
The woe preceded by luck, the helplessness;
Flesh and bone, all that you’re in evidence,
Your strength and your ruin. The latter thrives
Where an anxious mind outruns the soul cries;

You look back. You walk down the rough road.
Hope; it’s how it feels right with fear sloughed.

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Wanjiku Wanjiru

Wanjiku Wanjiru

should my words collide with your heart in a dance of chance, my noble deed is complete. thank you for stopping by. call me Wanj ! © 🌻💕🌼