CINQUAIN Poem: Lines of Steel, by Ashley Kim

I follow
The depths of lines
Lines shaped, clashed, buried, crushed
Perfected to one single product
The expectations

Weights, dreams
All lost under a large vision
Drove with caution, delicateness
One by one, bit by bit

Whispers
Driven, imbedded
Planted at the back of the mind
A beautiful path?
I’m afraid not.

Maybe it is
Painted, decorated
Vivid colors, common colors, black and white,
covered with sweet cream and frosting—
That’s not what I want.

I want
My own path, a new road
One that I find pretty and sparkly
Just like those tiny jewels glittering in the sea
That’s what I really want.

So I
trace the depths
Out the sea, the window, the lines
Flee the pleas of expectations
Pursued into one, perfect—myself
The dawn of hope.