licking pavement
she wakes up
her days happen
to themselves
she is bored
but busy
like licking
pavement
it's almost futile
but then epiphany
or milestone
or moment of
sheer joy
melts away
the hardness
her lines soften
she is no longer
all held together
a whole
contstructed
an assembly of
many parts
seamless
posted by Amanda Symmes, LICSW @ 5:11 AM
1 Comments:
I love this part:
her lines soften
she is no longer
all held together
there is a part of me that understands the blurring lines and the kind of confusion that brings...sort of a lost feeling...
for me anyway.
Great poem! Love it, as always!!
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