Some Days

Some days

I just want to stay inside.

Never seeing the light of day.


where no one can see me.

Some days

I hear my own footsteps hitting the pavement.


Inside my head.


Drowning out the traffic.

Do you hear it?

It goes like this

Clippity clop.  Clippity clop.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2017

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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