Words on your wrist like lyrics of your life will bear nothing but your own metaphoric importance.
Life gives out no pleasures, nor hands out free fortune; the luck of life is drawn from your own ability to squeeze it from its own fruits.
Some fruits will be lemons, and the sour will grasp your frustration; hence the will to provoke in-complacency.
Limes are sweeter.
No path that you trip on will suffice for a major stumble in your timeline, though the grazes on your knees will skin you to feel as if you have lost all blissful balance.
One future – some day, you will fall hard; perhaps no concrete will catch your fall.
What sorts will keep you standing?
Looking in the mirror will do all the good in the world, if all the good in your world is the likes of appearance.
Whose mirror is broken like time, will tear the weeping from your blue heart, to find the beauty of the beast inside of your soul.
Such is sweeter.
Cassie McBlane a second year student at Deakin University, Burwood, studying Professional and Creative Writing. She aspires to be a published author and journalist in the near future.
Image by Kathryn Rowan, Deakin University