They say
you need but three bones
in this life
A wishbone
a backbone
and a funny bone
So what happens
when one of these bones snaps?
Those
with a broken wishbone
lose hope of a tomorrow
become a shell without a dream
losing purpose
of this life
Those
with a broken backbone
see their self esteem
dwindle away to nothing
sometimes even
less than nothing
the words hurled at them
burning straight through their skin
and hitting their mark at the heart
Those
with a broken funny bone
have a sad, angry soul
a face that doesn’t know how to smile
and eyes that have lost their glow
Happiness
consigned to oblivion
They have forgotten
how much potential
a simple upturned lip
can have.
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Author:
Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
You have a great talent. Kudos.
Mugsdaddy
A fine write Baylee.
Nicole, you keep on surprising me with better and better poems. You really are a great writer! Great imagination, beautiful writing, and I do like that last stanza!
Thank you very much
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