Tripod Of Life
Picture this
A perfect portrait of what could be
A snap shot in time
A memory frozen in warmth
A flash of serenity
If I could hold every second in this camera of love
Would it be blurry or undeveloped
Could it be a work of art
Could it take me away
Pictures of the past still grey
Glimpses unsteady because of a fearful hand
No film to devolp when it stays hidden
Backgrounds of what love use to be cloud my judgement
Try to crop it try to block out the pain
But it never seems to be what it needs to be
The lense I look through is always cracked
Always broken from me
Peices of a heart broken in shreds
If I took a picture of what has become
The shot continues to fade with each year
I just need a digtal print where I have moved past
What the zoom distorts and clearly see
everything this tripod of life can hold for me.
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