Add to me slithered hope <br />lather on time telescoped: <br />I aspire to grow <br />larger than I am. <br /> <br />Piece together small achievements; <br />test my dreams against cubicle worlds <br />and gauzy friends <br />shadow boxing. <br /> <br />I cannot yet define who I am <br />so I invent pieces of me <br />to fill in the gaps reality leaves <br />in between <br />traces of my apartment life. <br /> <br />How can I mature <br />in these panoplies <br />where I never see <br />experience full-scoped? <br /> <br />Fragmented life <br />in shattered pieces <br />distend the human mind. <br /> <br />If failures and hopes <br />are not mine <br />and only Similes of same <br /> <br />then my life is not my own, <br />experience itself interstitial. <br /> <br />Some days, <br />I suffice <br />to queue <br />and wait to be- <br />imagining that <br />I am becoming <br />the am <br />I’m currently not. <br /> <br />But in all this <br />I can see <br />I’ll breech the abyss- <br /> <br />dreams my sturdy bridge; <br />til that day I am whom <br /> <br />I used to dream <br />I’d be.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gauzy-friends-and-youth/
