# Post 6 (A Sure Thing)

by ThisIsShe|Mags




I used to be


– The true things.

Little snippets of paper mashed –

L’Oreal stained, saliva drained.


A time I really can’t remember.

The wind told me

A storm was coming,

Harvesting all those

Seedling spawns,

Lost fabric

No measuring tape could hold.

And am I really surprised?

Head not focussed,

Zoning in and out of the 20/20 vision

I’m sure to have.

But I used to be sure…

So very sure

That I wouldn’t,

– No, I couldn’t!

 Be so unsure of you.