Silver linings,
Silver forks,
Silver spoons,
I’ve written proses about how a heart made of platinum settled to be a silver lining.
I’ve written poems on why I’ve been so used to being told to not eat with a silver fork at a fine dining restaurant.
I’ve written lullabies on how I stopped using a silver spoon.
Burden is what I used to call an endless war between myself and setting a footprint on the moon because the sky made of paper had my feet stuck between rocky lines .
That’s when I expected people to read between them and see the picture outside what I painted it to be.
“You’re not a burden”, It felt good to be the caterpillar being told that it has wings. It also felt good to feel like a feather when I had coffee spilled on my clothes made of garment.
The idea of being forced down someone else’s throat in my own skin made me think that I could be the person standing on top of the painting in my head.
A spoon that unexpectedly rusted into this golden stone where I stood on one leg, never anxious to fall.
Heart made of gold,
Gold made of outlook,
Outlook made of internal wars.
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