Swirling, curling draped on a thought.
Tattered not yet beat.
Not a minor feat.
Beat until strained.
Pain pounds thought.
Thought fights back.
Tracks its way to surface.
Consciousness decides who wins.
Spin wheel. Roll dice.
Only the strongest becomes your vice.
Vice turned need. A need that must be fed.
Led to this thought, tattered as it drapes
drapes desperately holding on.
Aspirations, desperation curled
like interwoven hands.
Lands on a thought, that thought
refuses to lie, die or quit trying.
Power of a thought…
that is your happiness…
…never leaving, perseveres..
..through dark times and light
like a resilient drape.
Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday