The Mark ● POEM

One circle connected to another 

The mark of infinity 

One my fingers have made 

On skin without me noticing

Tracing a wish for no ending

On shells of souls I wanted to stay 

But neither of them turned into forever

They would stay for a little while 

But one after the other 

They spread their wings and left

Leaving my hands to make marks

Of forever into thin air 

On paper, in the sand and on my own skin

I got to know my own shell that way 

Came to love it, and thought 

Infinity with love sounds nice

As long as I love the skin I’m in

Sharing my soul with me

Is quite the privilege 

One I’d taken for granted

One I came to know and love

In so many new ways

I stopped drawing looping circles

Spread my own wings and flew 

Never quite leaving,  but wandering

Going places I never thought I would

Seeing faces I will never forget

My heart and soul filled with marks 

Ones that fade over time

But hopefully never leaves

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©️Christina de Vries