Each day I wonder how different I’ll be from the last.
And it happens so gradually
It’s like watching water boil
But when it happens, it’s roaring.

And the heat carries.
Even if the source is snuffed
Even if the lid is lifted
And what once was water turns to steam in hot release

And by the time the pot has cooled,
It is empty.
And you’re left with only droplets on the ceiling.

The rest has swirled in air.

Become transcendent

Post release.

Matter forced
To find a way
To split apart
And be.

In spite of force and changing forms,
the atoms still exist.

And though each day I’m forced to change,
I am far more experienced.


About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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  1. Reblogged this on sylviamccabe and commented:
    Be safe, Be kind, Be you, Be

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