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. ❤

 

*Photo Credits: Photo by Malcolm Lightbody on Unsplash