Jun 2020
a small window
with squeaky clean panes
of glass
pulls in raw sunlight
into a small room
with a slatted wooden floor
where I sit in the corner
on a hardbacked chair
it scrubs and scours
my face
I'm constantly told
not to be so rough on myself
but there are a few things in life
I can no longer ignore
one being that only the ruthless
survive
Whit Howland © 2020
with squeaky clean panes
of glass
pulls in raw sunlight
into a small room
with a slatted wooden floor
where I sit in the corner
on a hardbacked chair
it scrubs and scours
my face
I'm constantly told
not to be so rough on myself
but there are a few things in life
I can no longer ignore
one being that only the ruthless
survive
Whit Howland © 2020
OK, I am back, temper tantrum has passed. This is an original word painting with a straightforward message.
Written by
Whit Howland
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