Owl Poetry & Prose
Fallen Petals
Jul 3, 2021
Fallen petals
Bruised lips
Chapped fingertips
A day that has worked but not
Or can
It is just another day
Just some feelings, some dreams, some thoughts
Nothing
It’s nothing to bother about
It’s still there though. Raw and real
Perhaps these aren’t scars?
I healed. Or did I?