I Am a Cube
Visual imagery of the contrasting emotions relationships with others can inflict upon us.
If light is joy,
and dark is pain,
then I am a cube
on this imaginary plane.
A single lamp orbits me,
it never goes out.
It only rises and lowers,
as it moves about.
Its reach is furthest
when centered and high
but I find that its view
is rarely bird’s eye.
Those close to me
help move it around,
lifting it up
and pulling it down.
One side is always
exposed to the glow,
contrasting the other side,
a black shadow.
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Jacquelyn Bujtas
If it seems like I'm in another world it's probably because I am.
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