Birds Fly (Part Two: The Middle) Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

Light a candle
The day is warm
But the sky is dull
Problems bigger than what they are
You’ve wandered too far for help
Silence louder than noise
Materials start to take their real shape
Objects
Created
Destroyed
Detached from yourself
From the world
Lyrics from the next day erased and replaced
The flame makes shadows flit across the wall
Before you fall
Please close your eyes
Have you ever listened to a heart beat?
As you listen it slows
Swirls of reality become the smoke filling your lungs
How ignorant you are of it all
No reason to complain
When you dug your hole
Look around you
Through the mirrors and past the smoke
Holes everywhere
Some unknown
We all dig our holes
Only to die in them one day
Wasted hours
Minutes
Seconds
A wasted life
Fancy lines curl across your lips
Read the letters
Understand the words
Repeat the knowledge
Blow out your candle
The day is cold
But the sky is bright
Problems erased
Help is beyond your reach