Cut Down – March 31, 2019

Up and tall,

shoulders rolled back,

chin pushed toward the sky,

hair tucked neatly behind her ears.


Push forward,

don’t look back,

stay small,

absorbing all vibes.

Over, and over, and over again.


Quick sand in his shoes,

hunched and drooping,

chin folded up,

messy and knotted.


Pull within,

hidden in plain sight,

lost amongst the crowd,

helpless to themselves .


Had enough of this,

dried up,

borrowed time,

useless in my role.

Time to go.


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