(¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) HARD SHELL Even for a Cockroach Time does not stand still Rides upon his ugly hardened shell Takes with it all the singular breath That bites back at his given life. He ushers in, a hated thing, Exists within the realm of cut-and-paste rejection Are we humans any different Hiding, unloved, behind inanimate things Afraid to be so repulsive As to be stepped on deliberately Like blades of vulnerable grass That suffer nonchalant boots. We are first connotations That thought-process filters Contemplates before emotions Come out to innocently play And either accepts or pushes away As necessity or pleasure concludes ~ ~ We are in an instant Measured for our invisible, Unproven worth From the one sitting in fiery judgment Of our fragile mirth. Despised or loved or the powers That elude in-between Time does not stand still even For those most beautiful Moving on to either be Enlightened or totally dismayed Thus breaking our hardened shell. © Copyright 2013 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf♫ (¸¸.♥➷♥•*¨)¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨)
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 15:03:05 +0000
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