what used to fit
has now lost
its shape
and it's color
and i can't bring myself
to pitch it
in the heap
just yet
how many unthinking times
have i put on the old?
sliding my arms into
fading ease and comfort
until today
i saw myself
from a blurred distance
wrestling free
*image is from jessicacook.com
1 comment:
thank you for putting this "out there," Lori. you are a gifted poet!
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