The present is wrapped, my dear, and ready
Ready for your consumption
For your consideration
I've lovingly wrapped it
In silver and gold-
Even a bow- kissed, just so
Patiently,
I wait for you to accept
My gift of love and a little woe
(Isn't it always so?)
Chest out
Head up
I won't let go.
Slowly, the gift unfolds
On the cold marble floor
Exposed and
Ready
My heart, laid bare.
Not good enough for a cursory stare.
Is there anything left there?
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Ponderings and Poetry
PoetryThe thoughts and ponderings of a twenty something that wants to make sense of this big bad world. Lots of the poems and descriptions focus on mental health and depression.
