THIN
I feel so fragile
My skin is petal thin
It shields me from the sun
Yet lets the shadows in
My quietness protects me
It keeps me from them
If I should ever speak
My words their ears would hem
I enclose myself away
Hope for notice of my solitude
That eats me day to day
Instead I look the wallflower
No one will ever care--
If I should fall from this sad tower
And lie dead upon the stair.
CRUMBLE
They speak to me softly
Afraid I’ll crumble away
But then they ignore me
The
rest
of
the
Day.
2011
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About the Creator
Vivian Clarke
Third-culture-kid-now-adult with a melancholic disposition trying to make sense of life, like anyone else.
I live for my daughter, cats, and coffee.
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