Allison Kinzy Poet Lyric

I Know, I Love Metaphors Too...

My lids are flying at half-mast,
a flag strung up for the death
of the progress I thought I had made.

I’m weighed down by the knowledge
I thought I had learned,
sinking past the lows I reached before.

Ends I thought I had secured
are fraying, coming unglued
from the fabric of the cloth I had made.

So much surety I felt, so much certainty
that what I had constructed would last,
but even brick houses can be blown over
by a strong enough gale

The cocoon I thought I had wound
so tightly around myself
is coming undone, quickly so as to leave me
naked and vulnerable and exposed
to eyes whose gaze I no longer deserve.

I’m lost in the forest I thought
I had completely mapped out,
whose roads are now paved with a tar
so insidiously sticky that I can hardly
lift my feet to move forward in the direction
I’m not certain is correct anymore.

I thought I was something
I now am learning I’m not
the mirror I thought was clear
proved to be cloudy
and the percentage to all-the-way-better
that in reality I am,
is lower than what I had
previously thought.

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