jakorte's blog

God has thrown me down
before you
to see what I am
made of;
light blue marble
crystalline tears
cold, smooth, stunning
not what you expected,
me neither.
There’s the surprise
sometimes I see it
sometimes I don’t
sometimes I don’t know
what I want to see
sometimes I only see
what I want to.
It’s hardest when the words
come without warning;
that’s when they are strongest
and stronger than I am
as they find their paths
to you.