Aftersome: A Poem

sign post, arrow sign, direction sign of life aftersome

I enjoy the epiphanies

When I see the Lego of my Life

Tiny multicolored blocks

Of different decisions

Some inflicted

Some conquered

Most of them happenstance-

All assembled by butterflies

Sweeping in through

the Doors of  Chance.

I wonder at the thought

of skipping the

worst of my life.

I shudder at the drought

of the lack of wisdom

from that strife.

The mistakes,

The dread, the trains

That I missed

The calls, the turns,

The girls

That I kissed

All have made me

Who I am

Lucky, Smart and Dumb

But Me, only me

In the Aftersome.

 

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Aftersome-adj. astonished to think back on the bizarre sequence of accidents that brought you to where you are today—as if you’d spent years bouncing down a Plinko pegboard, passing through a million harmless decision points, any one of which might’ve changed everything—which makes your long and winding path feel fated from the start, yet so unlikely as to be virtually impossible. From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

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About Me

Gourav Mohanty is a writer who draws. He is hoping to be the bestselling author of Sons of Darkness

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