Monday, November 10, 2014

Pretentious Heels

People stepping on people

With their pretentious heels

They step with a smile

Because it feels so right to them

For they have nothing more in this world

Will never do more than put others down

So, listen

The hourglass of life drops its grains year after year

Whether you let these people effect you or not

Each grain

Is shaped by us

The experiences

Good or bad we go through  

Like a potter’s wheel spinning clay

They’re shaped and reshaped by our hearts

By our feelings



Squeezing their way through the slender glass opening

Pulled tight by an invisible belt of circumstance

Until the last grain has fallen

This poem is from my book : Petals Falling

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