Occasionally, I do 3-minute writing exercises and just keep the pen on the paper without stopping…letting the unconscious mind speak. Usually, it comes out as scattered thoughts and not very cohesive. However, this is one I did recently that maintained theme and had a nice flow:
Sometimes I wonder what I’m wondering about.
I have been swimming and swimming
through shades of grey for far too long.
A moment of clarity and a scene of beauty
are longed for like morality to the depraved.
I stare at the sky and its magnificent colors
and I remember the blandness of my own waters.
I reach my hand into the warmth of my bath
and I stir the pool until the shades become one.
Slowly, I begin to pour the sky into my ocean
and the colors bring life to the coldness of my grey.
I wear my new-found beauty with the same
innocence of a child who meets sin.
I am the one who made this piece of art
and now I can bathe in it until I wonder no more.