it only takes
a small sliver
of wood, a splinter
that enters in
a clean and easy
spot where the
skin is soft,
then left alone,
to close and go
sore, and
you can't believe
that something
so small could
cause you to limp
and lean, and wince.
that fragile, we
sometimes are,
the smallest of
things making
us humble, making
us crawl.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
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