Weight of Incongruity

Motion catches my eye

As she walks by,images3

From my balcony perch

Looking down into her world,

Pale cleavage so apparent

Hips in rhythm to her

Gentle steps.

Simply moving through life

Unaware of the gift

Of her birth,

Oblivious to my envy.

To be blind

to the weight of incongruity

bearing down

as gravity dragging me

back to the earth.

Some days all I can do

matters not an iota,

My armor dissolving

In the flood of self-doubt

As if made of spun sugar.


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