Thursday, June 3, 2010

4 Minute Prose

Sometimes when I think of you
All my fingers turn to blue
And then my face it gets so red
I feel as heavy as the dead

You laugh and balk and sulk and yell
You claim it's truth you're trying to sell
But it just feels like nails and stones
Are cutting me and breaking bones

It's you who makes me second guess
Some things I think I must confess
Is my nose too big, arms too fat?
And other vainish things like that

I came from you; you gave me life
But you bring pain and you bring strife
I wish instead of pushing me
You'd find a mirror or two or three
Until you saw what you really were
A scared, broken soul in lion's fur

~ Adia Belle


  1. Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing it. And that painting is gorgeous!