Assume what you will of me Stooped readily to clear your debris Palms redly scoured of identity Dipped in and out of buckets Craggy with pervasive patterns That spell the same words Uninteresting, Invisible No more than the sum of a bubble Popped into nothingness. Wiped off, wiped away from thought As easy as I remove stains.
See what you will in me; Waste of ability, All paralysed potential Settling lazily Into that dreary pit of existance. There will be no insistance for judgement On my part. My essence remains in my chest, Treasured yet and shone For those who care to value it. For their delicate hands it will always open Because it has never been locked.