Sour Lemon Jam

A sudden attack, after exhibiting my soul, feels like a piece has been ripped from my shirt.
A careless event turns into a larger abyss of endless circles running around the lake.
Questioning my person, integrity, morals, that I have somehow through an indirect mistake stained the reflection seen in the waters by the onlookers.
That now the stage with the scene being played out is not the character that was intended to be.
A twist of jaded perceptions, and my tears openly flow with concern of how I am portrayed to be.

Sour Lemon Jam

Shelley Karutz

Mordialloc, Australia

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