"$25" by Lianna Martin

PUBLISHED ON FEB 23, 2019 — 3RD-PARTY CONTRIBUTIONS

Lianna is one of my best friends. When she is is not working on supply chain at the Tesla headquarters, she is writing poetry, beautiful and insightful poetry. I approached her with a deep struggle that I was trying to interpret. She helped me realize that the only way it can be conveyed, yet malleable to every individual’s unique interpretation, is by giving it a poetic flare. Sure enough, she was able to capture the essence of my struggle whilst wrapping it nicely with a scene from a dark drama. Enjoy.

I bought a candle stand
Dreaming I would place honey gold wax atop it
Warm, its light extending an invitation to share mind’s intimacies

Unpackaging the contraption, I turned the wood base upside-down, pulled at the tape
But, dislodging, the glass case
Shattered
$25
And
Another attempt at allowing chaos to thrive over order

The broken crystals, one long shard
A reminder
That the unexplainable rush of you overcoming my spirit
May be my joy, but not yours
That things, only, are connected, that never, is another’s mind fully known

I sweep tiny salt and pepper crystals
Into the bin, shaking out books and my old stuffed dog (caught in the spray)
Each piece of glass an embodiment of hope, rising, again and again
Continually pushed and pushed down, an attempt to refrain from becoming a source of our entropy
But isn’t life bigger than this?
Didn’t the universe form through explosion?

The candle sits on my desk. Yet, it is infinitely far from me.

I am not sure whether to
Laugh or cry
At all this absurdity

It is strange, being human
To have the ability to connect strangers across continents, to build towers into the sky and the semblance of a person through code, to send probes to Mars and transplant new genes and organs into people
Yet,
Out of fear We are apt to mute the vibrancy of what it means to feel deeply
Of what it means to be human

What is selfless and what is selfish?

Tears stream from my eyes as I smile
I am a doorway
There is a candle that flickers with warmth inside me

Please check out Lianna’s poetry and travels, and help me convince her to take it on full-time.

TAGS: CHAOS, LOVE, ORDER
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