Maybe I slipped on a banana peel;
all of my missteps I must retrace.
But when I fell, I learned how to feel.
My heart was no longer made of steel;
rather a thick liquid in a shiny, new vase.
Maybe I slipped on a banana peel.
Shattered now, unsure of what's real;
picking up the pieces to put in their place.
But when I fell, I learned how to feel.
Time hasn't done much to help me heal;
which fragments should I forever encase?
Maybe I stepped on a banana peel.
On the ground there was no chance to reveal;
the idea of love made me forget to brace.
Maybe I stepped on a banana peel.
But when I fell, I learned how to feel.
This one is really, really good Shanna. I don't know why, but it reminds me of Shel Silverstein somehow. You should totally get published.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I wanted it to feel and appear to be very simple on the surface even though there is a much deeper meaning behind every combination and placement of words. :)
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