All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

second hand corrosion

flaking like puff pastry
peeling like paint weathered
by constant storm and drama

I watch you wearing my shoes
following the pathways
of the family pas de deux
(that Tolstoy defined)

my hand stretched out
to heal and help
but may not touch

must pass through each gate
it is what it is, you say
steel already tempered

the inlays faded on the blade
the pie crust sodden
the curtain tattered

little hope of healing that
que sera sera
I'll reclaim my shoes

set you footloose and free

Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-09-05 at 00:35

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This brought to mind a Bob Dylan song called "Workingman's Blues #2. The unhappiness is countered, in the end, with hope, if only a little.

The Tolstoy quote is heartbreakingly true.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting and intriguing.