Feb 2022
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
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.
