Lost and tossed.

That's how I feel.

Hung out to dry,

Forgotten,

Unwanted,

Used and abused.

Like pink is no longer my color

And I am covered in shades of gray.

Put in the situation I wanted

To avoid.

Why was I the one?

It's not fair

And life's a bitch,

But so am I,

So I'm not fair?

I'm burning in a house of hate

And singing

From the ashes,

Funeral dirges

Of long-lost hope.

Why is love so painful?

Why did I deny it?

Am I being played with

Or is it a cat's gift

Like the ball of yarn

I have to bat at before fully enjoying it?

Screw the ball of yarn.

Let it fall

As it joins the ashes.

Poem and photography copyright 2007, Sally Stephens

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