Paper Skin

it is a fractured version of
fortitude that floats
to the surface;
neither bound nor held —
but ever straining
against the tides

my thoughts form pale flowers
born too soon —
not fated to survive
the cold Sun of March

one moment too long
is all it takes —
and then

you are gone.


2 thoughts on “Paper Skin

  1. Missing you and your words today, my dear.
    Hoping that you are well.
    Trying to get back to a place that I once was before,
    picking sides, Spirituality over Capitalism (in your words)
    Trying not to let the gaps engulf me.
    Slowly picking colors to fill them with…
    Peace and love–

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