Say you’re at a party
In a living room

Comfortable chair

Better music perhaps

In next room

Not sure

Lazy

Scared

You want to make the effort.

Sometimes

Staying put makes better sense

Sometimes leaving imperative

One day

Someone will love

Your war torn forearm

Just the sight of its freckles

Scars

Will make them giddy

But not everyone

No

So go to the next room

It may have nice music

Okay art

Or stay put and dig deep into that arm chair

Take a big lone (yes lone) deep breath

If it’s lumpy

Fabric tacky

Painful

Move on.

Just quit being dull

Quit wasting everyone’s time.

Find the beauty.

It’s there.

Even in the threadbare.

Nobody and I mean

Nobody

Likes

A

Coward.

Sure they love them but…

Anyway
Someone will love that arm. One day.
Or not.

That’s okay too.
Be kind, don’t be selfish – but love yourself, grow up.
Oh yeah and quit pontificating
Dance.