lifetimes
of being plastic,
used and thrown away.
repeating the process
over and
over and
over and
over again.
discarded to
the nearest metal can (not even recycled!)
when i no longer serve my
fleeting purpose.
now
i am shiny and
washed by gentle hands and
placed on soft towels to dry
disposable cutlery
no more!
i am now
silverware
Feb 20, 2022
Feb 20, 2022 at 7:28 PM UTC
lifetimes
of being plastic,
used and thrown away.
repeating the process
over and
over and
over and
over again.
discarded to
the nearest metal can (not even recycled!)
when i no longer serve my
fleeting purpose.
now
i am shiny and
washed by gentle hands and
placed on soft towels to dry
disposable cutlery
no more!
i am now
silverware
silly goofy little poem about being treated right for the first time. i realize i only write poetry when i'm sad, so that's why i've been gone so long. i am happy now more days than not, which is very new for me.