worldly transformations

five pounds becomes ten,
ten pounds becomes twenty,
and soon there’s not much left.
the world keeps spinning,
colors blending together,
but none of them ever fitting

we alter out of insecurity,
out of humility,
out of vulnerability.
perfection is at the end of the tunnel,
we just need to keep treading
towards the light.

but it is that light
which blinds us.
our disorientation makes us
weak.
bodies heaving,
we keep moving,
praying for our day.

will it come?