..
This poem would like to apologize
to all concerned for her audacity,
her glib glee
and her faux false hope.
She has asked too much
and lost touch
with reality one too many
……………..(lines)
times. She’s wished
on broken stars and found
her own self
fallen.
She’s called fact fiction
and fictioned fact, cursed
the moon for her borrowed
glow.
She knows there’s good
…..and bad
……………..and ugly
and all things in between,
but the lines in the sand
keep moving and she’s
not sure which side
she belongs on.
She’ll smile, if you let her.
But mostly she’s the fading
rose wallflower in the corner,
watching everybody dance.
Give her a racing heart
and a quiet start,
once last chance
with a pen that won’t run
out of ink. A drink of Blue.
A tree-whisper breeze.
Something she can sink
her tired teeth into. Some
-thing that just might
shine. A little time
to b r e a t h e.
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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 16.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
Beautiful piece. This woman I think is looking for stability “something she can sink here teeth into” and perhaps she’s more careful and feels more security hwhen she is forgiven and can shine and have hope. Sh’s flawed no doubt about it but her flaws don’t define her. If you’ve every heard the song “She’s Always a Woman” by Billy Joel, she reminds me of the woman in that song indelibly flawed but loved and valued despite those flaws.
Cheers,