Since I’ve been inconsistent and sporadic with my posts the last month or so, I figured sharing a poem I wrote about inconsistency was fitting.

Enjoy:

In a lubricious world,

I seek

Stability.

 

Concrete foundations,

Crack

Under even the most purposeful steps.

 

Walls of stone and brick

Crumble

With the passing of the years.

 

Mortar binds,

Blood buries.

Tenuous strings

Snap.

 

The only consistency

in Life

is that it ends.

 

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The poem was written during a few minutes of frustration with myself, so it’s not my best work – but it’s out there. Any and all feedback is appreciated!