My tenacious efforts to climb that hard rock face
of the tower of your indifference has brought me great disgrace.
I regret my wasted journey to regain your love.
What can’t be saved below can’t be re-won above.
My thoughts are swarming wildly like bees around their hive.
They crack my shell of reason. I’ve no wish to be alive.
Though I present a normal face, I’m not sane at all.
I grit my teeth and curl my broken body in a ball.
And though this seems to demonstrate that I am quite agile,
actually, it protects a heart that is most fragile.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 569 prompt words are: regret wasted journey tenacious bees agile rocking climb crack teeth present face. Photo and brooch by jdb.
And…it’s fiction, Dolly!!!!