I was recently stood up for a dinner invitation, and it made me think about all the broken promises in a lifetime that can make you become jaded.

Promises can be big or small, but when broken, they hurt just the same. It’s like an old wound is reopened and someone pours salt on it.

But just for today I want to feel unjaded–like this flower unafraid to open up again.


© 2016 magicofwords

To celebrate National Poetry Month, I will write a creative piece every day.

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