One Little Turtle
(on its back)
by Char
Ellipses of sand beneath my feet
Replace my childhood memories.
As I dance between the "ought" and "is"...
The "buts" and "ifs"... A kiss, no kiss.
One little turtle, all feet in the air, all despair.
With my eyes open to the world, I am blind.
The eye of the storm,
and goodnight...
It's an epic, inconceivable, fail;
And, unlike you, it's all mine.
1 comment:
Beautiful poem.
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