Limping as I go

always a smear of sticky

across the cheek of my soul.

always a bit of blemish

on the skin of my emotion.

always a kind of kink

in the hip of my spirit.

this living leaves me….

a little messy,

a little rough,

a little lame,

returning to you.

where you lick your thumb

and rub my face clean;

where you smooth your salve

over my burning skin;

where you give me your arm

on which to lean,

as you walk me through….

back to the mess

and the rough

and lame,

limping as I go.


Photo Credit: Will Foster via Compfight cc
 

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