Subtle Gems

Illusion speaks and my ears

Beg not to listen—they would

Rather sink underwater, somewhat

Safe from candied promises, my head

In a bubble—though I can't help but 

Eavesdrop on the whispers that entice,

Even though I know they are only

Bugs—maggots—that wish to

Gnaw on hopeful, discontented skin,

And I've been through this over

And over—I'm tired of the teeth,

The false path lined with sweets,

And that little ol' something better

That never seems worth the trouble

When my ears fall for the trickery.

So I'll keep my little bubble and plug

My ears from the fluff—being simply

Content with mindfulness and subtle

Gems that already gift enrichment.