By Monica C. Voskamp
It was a kaleidoscope.
Everywhere she looked
Things were both beautiful yet skewed.
She couldn’t make sense of the picture she saw,
Yet somehow it was still so beautiful.
Hours ran into days,
Days into months.
Time was just a blurred run away train.
Yet time was also slipping fast,
Moments were rushing through her fingers
That she could never have back.
Yet she was stuck in a kaleidoscopic world
Mesmerized by the glow of beautiful chaos.
The colors of life swirled intensely so
Her mind couldn’t comprehend
What was unfolding fast.
But for some reason she still held
That Kaleidoscope lens to her eyes.
Her grasp on chaos was firm
Like it was her last breath in life.
Hanging onto chaos had become her anchor
Because she feared if she dared to pause
And look outside of her kaleidoscopic lens
Reality would hit her hard.
Maybe even break her down.
And she wasn’t so sure
She was strong enough for that.
Better to be lost in the kaleidoscopic world,
She reasoned and live in beautiful madness
Than confront the building storm
Of her frightening reality.
Better the beautiful madness she reasoned,
Yet inside something was screaming,
This is treason.
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤