to the old world
when broken
skin meant wash
and dry, slather on
antibiotic cream,
slap on a Band-Aid,
and move on
with my day.
when broken
skin meant wash
and dry, slather on
antibiotic cream,
slap on a Band-Aid,
and move on
with my day.
Don’t want this
new world
where broken skin
denotes the way
my life
gave in to one
last breath.
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| May We All Find Protection |
For today’s prompt, write a new world poem. There are new worlds and there are new worlds. You could write a poem about discovery of an actual planet. Or maybe your new world is actually a state of mind—or a series of books! In a way, I consider each new challenge a bit of a new world. Let’s explore this one together.
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