I am stained

Once I was the object of desire and the stuff of dreams.

People went out of their way to ensure they had me in their life.

I had colour. I was on show.

You see me now on the ground.

I am written off. I am stained. Most people walk past and do not notice I am there.

There was a journey to this place. I have a story to tell.

Once I was so wanted. Now I am merely useful. Soon, even that will be gone.

Splattered. Trodden on.

I have no voice.

Someone might notice me and wonder.

Will you?

I am linking up with Prose for Thought and I encourage you to check out the other entries.

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N.B. This is my attempt at creative writing. It is no reflection on my current mood which is happy and upbeat. Can you guess what inspired it?

8 thoughts on “I am stained

  1. I always love poetry that makes you think and interpret it in your way. This is definitely a poem of that quality Kate. I love it. Thank you so much for linking to Prose for Thought and hope you are inspired to do more creative writing and link up again x Look forward to meeting you tomorrow xx

  2. That is beautiful, brought a lump to my throat! Totally relate to it too having bumbled along next to 18 year olds in teeny tiny shorts last night. Thank you for your lovely comment on my blog. See you at BritMums 🙂

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