Sunday, September 11, 2011

I was never meant to be a doormat

Look there!

That

thing

Close to the

ground

That insignificant object on the floor is a doormat

me

Scraped on the edge of the world’s sneaker,

Forgotten

Torn

Threaded by the hands of a master, a crafter, a heart

Hand-chosen for qualities

Capabilities

Life

Look there!

That

Masterpiece

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