Start-Up

I went to write out a metaphor
where I proclaim
when you speak
the clouds glisten
and everything speaks to me
all at once.
As though,
you deliver life of all things.
but every time I try,
not only does it feel,
deep in my bones, like a lie,
but it sounds bad,
ingenuine.

Instead I feel it all,
I hear,
I digest.
That tiny bug in my stomach
twists and turns
and gratitude for my
life bubbles like gritty sand.

9/15/2016
Riley Welch