I’m A Ball Of Life Poem by Stella Andrews

i am a ball of life
bursting out the seams
into the eyes of a
sad bored person

i leave burn marks
on the ground i walk upon.
sparks flying out in
all the directions unseen

i leave you with a twitch
that aches you to chase
and grab this ball of life
before its too late

but you are not spontaneous
or smooth or charming
you left the ball of life
as it was, untouched

when i come into the room
as light, life and the silverlining
filling the room
you basct* in all my glory

but as i leave,
so does that feeling of motivation.
the room darkens
and your life goes silently still.