The clock says its 6am & on days like
this     I think I have forgotten how to
 
shapeshift into everything potted
with  tranquility          My lips
 
are jagged with enough metaphors to
mistake me for light, like my mother's
 
eyes      a borderless rim of unspoken
emotions    like this poem     & I am
 
running away so it doesn't  spill
out of me      how it often does
 
when  too much light  enters        
 One time
            my feet drove me to Eden & I caught
 
a glimpse at the tree     its branches in
 
its slanted glory      Perhaps
 
it is bent because of the amount of light
it enamored       You see   too much
 
liking for light & you are devoid of
straightness        I try to unmask this
 
carpet of uncertainty veiling my thoughts but       it is still 6am & I am
 
pretty sure there's no peace nor light
      even in this poem          How often
 
does the dark find light? Let me shed
this skin      Perhaps     I will find another
 
kind of light in different color

Writer’s Biography

Fortune Simeon is a budding poet and short story writer, a sucker for novels and good poetry. Her works have been featured in various publications, including IHRAF, Eunoia, Eboquills, and Rough Cut Press. In 2024, she took home the top prize in the February/April Splendours of Dawn Poetry Contest. Fortune strives to bring her words to life on stage. As a member of the Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation, she’s part of a vibrant community of artists. Connect with her on Facebook @Fortune Simeon.