Lost Earring
I lost my earring yesterday.
I hate losing things.
I feel a failure, I fall apart.
The anger within me is unending.
How can I be so ridiculously careless?
How did I not know the big silver loop was not attached to my ear?
Why must we lose?
What do we gain?
Have I gained clarity?
Have I gained insight, foresight, mindfulness…
I hate losing things.
I miss my earring.
Now I wear a mismatched pair.
Does anyone notice?
Does anyone care?
What does that say about me?
Can I not trust myself with finer things?
I cannot.
I hate losing things.
It might be sitting amidst gravel being trampled unaware.
I retrace steps, almost all, but am luck-less.
I hate losing things.
I’m sorry earring.
I didn’t mean to let you go.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Friday, July-08-16
Image: Silver loop by P.A. Moore.
Now that is being hard on yoursel! (Even though I like the flow of the prose 🙂
🙂