What was she thinking....A Poem by Judy Ponceby
She sits and thinks
as tears run down her cheek. Why are the most precious of things so god damn fragile. So open to the world and so f*****g easy to break. What makes us think for one second we should unlock the doors, throw open the windows and feel life breathe into us once again. The sheer joy of it is blinding, until that slow, slow fall to that shattered, scattered bruised and broken end. What the f**k was she thinking...
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8 Reviews Added on September 12, 2011 Last Updated on September 12, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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