LemonsA Poem by Elise
I need to smile when I'm sucking on a lemon and the insufferable pain radiates through my jaw?
I need to laugh when I'm chopping up some lemon and with the slip of the knife my stinging wound bleeds raw? I need to "be kind" when I'm squeezing on a lemon and a drop of juice makes my eye burn and tear? I need to realize that you are a lemon And I'm no longer living in fear © 2014 Elise |
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