Once, A Thing Poem by Banksoya Sauce

Once, a thing was born
A thing so small, its concept would only bore
Yet I held it within my hand as it grew
Letting its surface slowly bubble and brew.

It grew in the strangest crevices around
Climbed through the trees and mountain sides
It did not need the sun's selfless advice
It just simply needed me to watch it slide

At its absence, my mind slipped at places,
Wet pavements and meaningless embraces;
Yet it remained moving, unaware of time
Until my thoughts finally arrived.

Then I thought, and thought again
Until thoughts were the only thing I've had
Until memories slipped out of my hands
And only thoughts wavered around my head.

Small ripples in those memories became waves
They took under my moments of rationale
The sun no longer reflected off of them at days
And the night drew them further onto the shore

Now, a thing became a mountain
Standing in my way as I watch it grow,
I will maybe, one day, climb it
When I am finally ready to let it go