It was pride,
I wore my heart on my sleeve,
shared my hopes and dreams.
You brushed them aside
they scattered like confetti
and shattered as you trod on them.
One by one, I heard them break
under the crunch
of your negative footfalls.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse quadrille where we were given the word Crunch.
I had a difficult few weeks and took a bit of a battering in a very bizarre job interview. I did speak up for myself(and cried on the way home…) but I do worry that somewhere in this current climate we seem to have lost our values, our compassion and sense of humanity.
The photos are intended to be the opposite- the restoration of the spirit and soul.
Hues of Hankinson 