Blisters on my Feet
I almost Passed out in
that heat
That Sun
up high
Shining...
don't always
equal smile
It can beat down on your
head if you're walking
on miles
I learned to smile in the
rain. Deepened the
divots of my dimples.
Widened the ripples playing in puddles.
Dodged the falls...
and pivoted
It's going to rain anyway...
That feels way better than my tired feet & back
Skin like hot leather under that bright sun that
DRAINED MY SOUL
TIL I HAD REACHED
MY DESTINATION
THE SUN HAD NOT SET
BUT IT HAD SET ME DOWN
I tried to Smile
Blisters on my Feet
Sweat on my Brow
Hand Blistered & Bitten
I almost Passed Out in the Heat
Under the Sun.
Poetic poetry..
ReplyDeleteMy cup of tea.
Reminds me of a piece I wrote titled "Who Am I"
Thank you for inviting me to read
Thanks for your time. Always grateful! Please send me your poetry I would love to read yours!
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