New Life
Hermit crab human scuttling about
In my new life. Ill fitting suit.
Like wearing your mother's clothes -
Clip clopping around the kitchen...
High heals filled with little feet...
And dreams of an old lady and her children.
Have I wandered too far into the fiction section.
My old life discarded on the floor
It no longer fits. Too tight. Constricting now.
Still warm with memories as I nudge it with my toe.
Now there's room to grow -
rather baggy if truth be told.
I twist and turn in front of the mirror.
Trying to imagine a time this feels like home.
Copyright © Heidi North | Year Posted 2024
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