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Chalk After Rain

by Shy Leigh


They wrap me up with
pretty tin foil,
carry me around in
bubble wrap.
They treat me like I have
"Handle with Care"
stamped all over me,
as they hide the truth in
pretty paper packages.
They think I'll break
if they say the wrong thing,
but their words to me are like
chalk after rain.
They still believe
I'm tortured
like a crayon melting
in the backseat of a
Mercedes,
but they underestimate me,
like a piece of warm
bubble gum
stuck to the bottom
of your
shoe.









*written about recovery from a car accident.



12/09/2001

Posted on 12/09/2001
Copyright © 2021 Shy Leigh

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/28/14 at 12:54 PM

incredible imagery. truly a garden of earthly delights. Congratulations on POTD.

Posted by H.M Stevens on 06/28/14 at 03:32 PM

This is lovely and brilliant imagery. Congrats on your recognition with poem of the day.

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