Dirty Pennies

Sometimes I forget my sadness

Like a penny covered in dirt

Then one tiny glance and I find it

Pushing into me from all sides

And I can’t breathe and suddenly

I’m not as okay as I thought

My sadness like ink from a pen

You’ve stepped on, spilling out

In unwelcome surprise

If I could gather all of the pennies

Just to cast aside

I would wash them and clean them up nice

Then maybe they’d be a little less

Of an unwelcome surprise


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