I’m trying to write Beauty:
When I’m ankle deep in
Clear, calm water. My toes tickling
The soft, yellow sand.
I’m trying to write Innocence:
Each time I grasp smooth, pink chalk.
Each time I place it on aging cement and
Transform it.
I’m trying to write Ugly:
When I see the homeless beggar on the street
And the selfish pair of stiletto heels
That ignore him.
I’m trying to write Shame:
Each time I look you in the eyes
And vow my loyalty...
And you believe me.
I’m trying...but all I seem to write is Failure.