The monotone stare looking you straight in the face,
Is the reflection of your life. Her stare is persistent.
You must do something with your time,
Or it will all blow away with the wind and you will
Never realize what life you really do have until it’s gone

She is a figure of the gratitude you withhold from the world
A pale musky sculpture full of creases and cracks
And the markings of thumbprints contributed by each of the precious memories
Which have broken you down numerous times as you’ve grown older
And it’s quite sad
That someone as special as you, can be so fragile…

I watch as your limbs willow in the breeze,
I am afraid that they might snap off along with the
Honeylocust leaf wavering in the wind as it falls from a nearby branch
For you are not strong enough to face the truth of what you have become

She is sad. Empty, yet full of so much emotion it makes her sick.
She is your life.
And as she stares you down, every instant you open your eyes,
She slaps you in the face
She is full of empty promises and dreams that will never come true
The dust in your blood renders her from any redemption

And I even notice, that,
Her eyes seem to be on high tide all the time
Full of great ups and great downs, a roller coaster of emotion
Her mouth is barely visible for she has nothing to say
She is so empty inside, yet so full; her heart might just burst
And the makeshift seams which are sewn into her
Morbid skin, are about to decompose

Time is such a killer.
Yeah.

Oh, and just to let you know…
We can all see you.
You think you are hiding from life,
But you are only hiding from yourself.
Put ‘being’ into her and you just might learn what a smile feels like for once.
Just let your cold hands burn

You have to open up.
You just might be surprised…
That monotone stare can turn content
Open your closed fists and grasp onto time.
It is only a walk away…

It is winter now; the cold, which you are so familiar with, will soon diminish.
And summer will bloom.
But only time will tell…
So take the reflection of your life, that blank stare,
And rotate it so that it reflects the enjoyable side of things.
Just let your mind willow in the breeze this time.

Oh, and
Did you know?
That Honeylocust trees are indehiscent.
Just like you…
I have done research…
You’re life is like a book.