Paper thin, my skin

Paper thin, my skin,

Unable to take your best shot,

Unable to withstand an attack,

And unable to fight back.

Today I should feel a new energy,

After all, sorries were spoken and

Forgiveness applied—

But wounds from those who matter

ache and sometimes fester when you have

a heart that perpetually seems to need two positives

for every negative.

PS because I usually feel the need… for my friends still in their writing classroom…please remember when you conference and mark up work…there are many 🙂 thinned skinned fledgling writers out and about. xo