like one of those scratch cards
you used to get excited about as a kid.
Let me astonish you, as you scrape your silver
across my skin. Layer by layer, let me be
a bittersweet disappointment
or a silly surprise.
Let me be a work in progress.
Dream about everything that hides
behind my black bangs,
underneath these deep brown eyes,
inside my mind.
Let the dream be glamorous,
like sipping champagne
after some honourable mention
that scribed my name in gold.
Let it be ordinary,
like drinking hot chocolate
whilst rushing out of the cafeteria.
A forgotten news headline mopping the floor.
Let it be chaos,
cacophony. Smashed wine bottles,
like the night I got drunk and thought it was enough
to become insignificant and free.
Let the dreams be true, all of them.
Keep chiselling at the layers of life
until you feel me, draped in gold,
no matter what prize is revealed.
Because of the poem content, it felt very familiar,.
The scratch card part is brilliant, and I’ll be honest it’s what hooked me to the poem. From that point, I started living each part of the poem, more like reliving parts of my life.
The repetition of let me be, let it be, the word let in general gave a realistic touching vibe to the poem.
The poem has the voice of someone, who had a good taste of life, and by time has realized that the simple things in life are the most meaningful. I love this poem beyond words.
I’ll throw in one of my favorite quotes that I was reminded of after reading this.
“Like all magnificent things, it’s very simple.”