Today, I started writing, and I noticed the Old Rhythm* had come back,
And where once I had expected great joy to escape
On seeing that my words no longer resembled sharp blades,
or blunt clubs,
All I felt was disappointment,
Because I knew what it really meant,
And I know what it means.
It means the walls have come tumbling down,
And the gilded bars from the old cage** I once spoke of,
Have been turned into pretty curlicues
On a beautifully decorated house;
And then I noticed that this house, housed
No façades, and a Human*** really did reside within it.
Still, it all made me frown,
For every beauty is fleeting,
And new structures eventually venture
To Dilapidation****;
So, until then new Old Rhythm,
I’ll watch you carefully,
With my upside-down frown.
Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron
Friday, April 24, 2015. 13.25 hours.
* Rhythm
** Liberation
***Human
****Dilapidation
