Beautiful Mess


The color of the sky
Like I could reach up and
Take it
In the same way you stole my heart.

There is more to life than living and yet
I have lost more than that-
Like bad gamblers and
Chronic drinkers,
I have lost more than I can afford
And sit in a heavy debt
Of too much love given
And not enough gained.

Perhaps it’s a sign of the universe telling me to
Let go.
Maybe it’s time to see the sky
As once again a canvas.
But maybe life is telling me
I lack the paints to fill it.

Beautiful Mess

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