poem-gifts

Here is a reblog of a lady who I only discovered recently but her stuff is really fantastic…check out her blog whenever you get the chance, she writes some lovely stuff…..

Shawn L. Bird

She held out

her insecurities

cupped in her hands

and asked him

for reassurance,

but he just looked down

his nose at her

silent

.

He had no

kind word

to give,

no kind heart.

.

And so she stood

face upturned in

silent misery

and held tight to

the gift

of isolation.

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