A Life Not Envied
Still, shivering origami
tucked in a corner,
Wet with tears,
clothed with the residue from your harsh words
sprinkled with the dust off your feet
battered by the concrete
skin cold and barbed
moisturized only by the evening dew
tanned too harshly by the morning sun
pillows of footprints rest below head
to ease now sore knuckles
the music of clinging coins play in ear
But she falls asleep to soon to hear them disappear
Savannah P.
July 4, 2014 at 7:55 pm (10 years ago)Wow, this was very touching. You should consider writing a kindle book with these poems, you have such great potential. I had trouble bouncing back after a toxic relationship, even if ending it was the right thing to do. It’s hard to get past it, but after a while you realize you stand to gain more by being without than you gain by being with.