Elusive (Still, I Rise)

Trying to encapsulate me,

Like stuffing lightning in a bottle,

or hearing the thoughts of a flea.

But still they try, slamming on the throttle.

I am always there,

in the recesses of their mind.

My essence is a snare,

My allure serves to bind.

Until the last day, I will run,

Forever evading their grasp.

My true face will forever stun,

I relish in their gasps.

Though they pursue me,

To find a reason for their cries,

I know my secret will always be free;

Still, I rise.

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This week’s photo prompt is courtesy of

Edward.Marlo.Ruiz

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