when your bones
strain against the
life you’re living
maybe it’s time to
make a parachute out of
your stress-bitten nails
stuck floating like boats
lost at the harbour of your
tea cup’s impression which
always leaves a stain on that
tablecloth embroidered by
your mother – and glide
past scabs being
constantly rekindled by
sardonic eyes
moving in circles might
not be stagnation but
it is an acceptance
which is more tiring
than giving up
I love this!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you very much kindly!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Of course
LikeLiked by 1 person
Small victories, small rewards. Circles always lead to bigger circles. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hope it turns out as you say. Thank you! 🙂
LikeLike
This is one of the singularly best poems I’ve read on WP. The images are outstanding I love it!♡
LikeLiked by 2 people
Wow, thank you very much. I really appreciate that encouraging comment and your support! ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
And you shall always have it because i love the way you write (massive understatement)
LikeLiked by 1 person