Staring At a Freckle
Staring at a freckle
Misunderstanding her power
Deleting my feeble attempt at happiness
I sigh at my self-imposed, self-indulgent lunacy
who cares?
No one
A beauty mark in some circles
not considered a blemish at all.
Crazy feelings entertained freely by me
which mean nothing
I pointedly ignore the freckle
the rest of my life...
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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