The Worm of Introspection
The entrails of your thoughts are gleaned,
spread out on the canvas of your life.
Sorted, culled, stacked and cleaned,
ready for the worm of introspection to arrive.
Leaving a trail of raw emotions,
wriggling in, to see what can twist.
Intellectually, you go through the motions,
while life takes shots at your pride with a fist.
Strength, once yours, leaves you bare,
against the truth of what you see.
Nothing is left that you can share,
for your no longer who you use to be.
For the contest: Free For All
Sponsored by Leighann Anderson
placement: 8th
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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