28/07/2016

Like “a word dropped carelessly on a page”

with no thought of consequence

you took that which was not yours to take

leaving me bruised and broken.

“Had this one day not been”

my mind would not be a labyrinth of guilt

my body a prison of shame.

Now I sit here restlessly

with “a face devoid of love or grace”

afraid to own this bag of bones.

Hardened by the hour

“I shouldn’t dare to be so sad”-

to be so angry.

First impressions linger

like a fingerprint in clay.

No one but me shall know you

for you are my own carelessly dropped word.

[Inspired by the first lines from Emily Dickinson’s Poem 1261| Poem 1253|Poem 1711| Poem 1197]