thin ice
November 19, 2015 § 4 Comments
It has been one of those days, fractured nerves and heavy hearts; hollowed out places where emptiness fills the space of peace. Small wounds chase unhappy thoughts like seams of ice too thin under the weight of our presence.
Tired and disappointed, hurt and defensive, we tiptoe past worry toward distraction; hugging the shoulder of familiar ground with quiet apologies and small gestures of tenderness.
scribblechic 
Hi Marie-you ever thought about poetry? Your prose is great.
Hope things are better soon, life is so unpredictable. Had a few such similar days myself recently.
Andy, I may linger indefinitely in the
Play-Doh period of crafting prose.
That’s cool. However you find your voice.
Thanks, Andy. I admire your form. I’m just a bit clumsy in my knowledge of poetry.