Balding

Balding

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell

I pluck another,
and another,
and yet another,
because He loves me,
He loves me not,
He loves me,
He loves me not,
and I’ve stopped,
plucking petals off of,
flowers and started,
pulling hairs out of,
my head instead,
because it’s frustrating,
how much He changes,
His mind and I,
figured that I should,
stop plucking flowers bare,
because at this rate,
I’ll never stop and,
I want there to be,
flowers left to give Him,
when He decides that,
He wants me again.

© 2013 Emmy J.M. Powell


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Emmy J.M. Powell
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