Reverie

 

It bled profusely into the future,

and I let it pass me by. 

Pouring out my insides before 

they could even enter—

I let it happen again and again. 

Dreams came and went like corporeal clouds; 

the balance was never made. 

Nothing painful is ever temporary. 

To endure is to be successful, above all. 

 

So it came to mind at last, 

but I didn’t need any consolation,

Considering that old habits are only perpetuated 

by stagnant behaviors. 

I let it happen again and again,

letting go and leaving it ahead. 

To endure is to be indifferent, after all. 

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Charlotte Chung