Paper Thin, poetry and digital art by Joan Ellen Gge

Paper Thin

How delicate, fragile, the
ego, the self, the dreamer, the
flesh, unprotected, tender,
 soft bellies exposed,
ripe for the tearing, the
 wolf, the critic.
The faith, the bold front
disappearing under scrutiny
before the faceless masses. What
was surety, now melting,
hardened heart hibernating
hiding, behind apron strings.
We are surrounded and
constructed of similar fabric,
paper thin construct, tearable,
crushable thinness, words and deeds
 rend us, collapse us. Ill wind
shears us apart,
leaving us helpless and betrayed.
I promise I will not
huff and puff and
blow your house down. Will you
do the same for me?
Joan Ellen Gage
©All creative works by Joan Ellen Gage are her exclusive property, and Joan maintains the legal rights to them.

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