With you I became foil.
You wanted me wrapped around you.
When I served my purpose, I became a
wrinkled ball, thrown into the garbage.
You said I was nothing special.
Just someone easily replaceable.
Just someone easily disposable.
Maybe you were right, I am like foil?
But you forgot foil can be remolded.
It can take shape as a swan,
and that my dear, is what I’ve become.
The wrinkles reinforcing
my form, not easily undone.
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Destined Perspectives (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2023 09:17
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Excellent work.
I really appreciate the encouragement! I have been struggling with writers block recently. Until this poem, I haven't felt confidence in my writing, for awhile. Despite already feeling confidence, it still made me smile, to have your words of validation. Thank you for providing it today! 😊
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