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Jan 2014
I once was soft,
Round faced,
And pleasant.
Now I’m all elbows
And knees.

A stone statue;
Made by novice hands that,
In their haste to perfect,
Crafted only hard sides.

In my need to belong,
I sought to become
Nothing but angles
and sharp corners.

Yet,
now I’m half the size,
I fear I might be half the person,
and my bones leave bruises
to remind me I’m gone.

I wish I could be soft again
But each meal shows,
And critical eyes seek to
Chastise each part
That dares to be anything but
bone.
This isn't part of my challenge.
Katie Day
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