Chameleon in a Candy Store (Reflection)

 

My past, a faded wrapper, clung to me, bittersweet,

at the end of the book as other possibilities shimmered,

 

Each sweet, a choice, a moment a life path I could explore

From the journey back home or to something else.

 

Would I melt into the darkness, and become one with the swirl?

Or break free from the jar, a defiant, unflavoured pearl?

 

The crossroads loomed, a bitter and sugary fight,

A chameleon in a candy store, trapped in the neon light.

 

 

(From the book 'The Sound of Nothing' - out shortly)