Credo

by

Frank Valentyn

I felt:
Let me get it right
get this right
get it right
whatever it is.

The bathroom tile questioned:
Do you not know what it is then?

I felt:
Does anyone?

The source answered:
Some seem to think they know
and even, in some honest focus
know that they think they know.
Why is it you cry so much?
Why not channel that energy
into moulding the future
vector it towards a stronger self?

I sobbed, hesitated:
How much truly
can such future be moulded?

Steam rose swirling mistily
droplets condensing
amalgamating
runneling together
sliding down
when heavy enough

The source smiled:
Are you placing limitations
On me?
Or on yourself?

Some droplets on my hand
magnified detail
I could not tell
where they ended
and I began

NEXT?
Why don't you look at At the end all the same
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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