Picture Poem by Tessa Eichhorst

Framed perfectly in my mind is the
picture I want for my life. Unfortunately
it does not come with changes or
retakes; you can't delet or crop it.

As life goes on it becomes more surreal
to me, this picture is more of an uncertainty.
I don't know what my future holds for me and
what my life will become.

I'm learning more and more this picture is
becoming a lie and I'm becoming undone.
Uncertain am I now of how I want this portrait
to be.

The shards of glass have started falling; breaking
free. The frame is now empty; the picture burned
in the sky. It's my job to re-take the picture of my
new life in my mind. One day everything will
pan out like it's suppose to be and this old picture
will be a distant memory.