Existential Universe

A fear of creation, yet trusting in fate,

A universe of clarity, rusty and opaque,

A purpose full of daggers,

Poison pointed to the chest of my own,

Surrounded by others, yet painfully alone,

Bruises smudged, with blossoms of ignorance,

An unkempt garden trodden through perseverance,

Creating catastrophe, destined to heal,

Wilting like a flower,

To be discarded like fruit eaten from its peel,

Wondering what will happen, as if it isn't so,

To remain stagnant, or rooting to grow?

Colouring the lines,

Carefully tracing its edges,

To paint a new picture, or embody the silhouette destined?

Grip the ground, yet gaze to the stars,

You may relish in your presence, but you may travel far,

Create the unknown, tapping into potential,

You are the universe, and so your power is existential