SALT AND SPICE AND WISHING FOR NICE-NESS

 

Ghosts warning me

Do not stay

Go away

But I trust

That friendship will

Conquer all

 

Trust that kindness

And compassion

Trust that unconditional

Friendship will

Conquer all

Human egotism

 

I smell Old Spice on the wind

Maybe I’ll be washed out to sea

Salting the wound

Suffocating the spicy me

Turned against for something lightly said

What was going through my head

That I believed

You could be a

Friend?

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Bethesda Salt Cave

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