Thermodynamics
Hope
will choose the fall
despite foresight
of its fracture
against hard ground.
It can heal
reorganize
melt itself down
to something thinner,
seeking.
Liquid that
finds cracks,
narrow seams, unseen
by time.
But once dormant,
hope cannot choose
what the earth keeps
or takes.
It will break,
lift,
drawn to evaporation
by the sun and sky.
Leaving only
shallows to linger in beds
once carved deep by memory.
What persists
returns as someone else's
weather.
Survival, now,
a measure of retreat.
©Just Kayla, 2026
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this is great. we must continue moving. the path of least resistance, or the path with most, we will get there…
Your poems always have really great endings, love it!