Worries
How does a poet put his work on paper without pushing it away in disgust?
How does a man make a move without making a fool of himself?
How does a woman walk without worrying that she is being whispered about?
How does he hold his head high without hearing his head scream at him about his heinous acts?
How do they avoid the sad sickening spiral of worry which whips me about like a flag in the wind?
Copyright © Rose Kelly | Year Posted 2022
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