Mere months in, it is no longer
that perfect circle I purchased,
when I hold it up to the light
it is now more oval than round,
it has bent and bowed, warping
beneath the weight of unseen forces,
evolving imperceptibly,
moulding itself to my shape.
Mere months in, it is no longer
that perfect circle I purchased,
when I hold it up to the light
it is now more oval than round,
it has bent and bowed, warping
beneath the weight of unseen forces,
evolving imperceptibly,
moulding itself to my shape.
Lauren Phillips-Freeman is a language teacher and writer with a love of words in all their forms. She uses writing to help her process her own tangled emotions.