I feel you dying inside And yet There is nothing you will allow me to do I am a helpless Belle watching petals fall withering within a glass dome Learning once again That every gift is its own burden.
09/28/2016
Posted on 09/28/2016Copyright © 2024 Teri T Lahmon
Lovely, this ode, laden and bereft with imagery which to a poet in similar fix is much appealing.
