Written for Friday writings # 84:Prompts Galore
Do not
dare tread
the broken under your feet
They lie strewn
here there somewhere
in the street
The sound of broken
glass crunching
under the bootsteps
might feel empowering
You may think
you have boots
But the sigh of some
are so sharp
they'll hurt your feet
And ye might have to roam
with your hurt sole
on the same street
Wise words
ReplyDeleteThank you Geetashree
DeleteThere is a wonderful and powerful message in your poem! From Helen.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen
ReplyDeleteRight on!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary
DeleteWell said. So true that fate might return us to the places we have been so we ought to step carefully.
ReplyDeleteYes Penelope and thank you
ReplyDeleteTrue that!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rajani
DeleteSo true. Karma may return to bite.
ReplyDeleteYeah Beware :)
DeleteWise words to think about.
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