SOCK

Just a Dumb, gray polka-dot sock– Alone, without a match. Unraveled and dirty, I sit, unworn. Unloved. Unmatched, Under a pile of socks. They are pairs. They are matches. But not me. Until someone takes me out of My comfort zone. Out of the bin, Out of the box. I’m lost afraid. But nothing isContinue reading “SOCK”