Tuesday, January 24, 2017













At the bottom of 
my flights of despair, 
the broken bones of my hopes 
are scattered there. 
A pile of hardened feelings
making no shape of sense
just cry & spill distress.
Here lies a personalized mess.
My sense of humor recognizes me 
despite all this
& says between 
offering arms & a smile,
“Oh, stop being so dramatic!"

.Laura Curren.

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