A Cut Above The Rest

I stand on this

You can tell I stand alone
All alone atop a hill of
sacrifice, rain of blood
and stitches.

Tossed here to life randomly
a few tears, pain, Life Lessons
became friends.

For starters, it makes no sense
to envy. Those gardens are
always pretty.

Prettier cars, prettier hair
prettier skin
I compared them to me.

’Cause of time and prayer
I learned one thing: It never looks cute
to be petty.

I’ve earned my stripes
I’ve stood my ground
I’ve slayed my demons.

Now I know it’s dung
which makes
the grass greener.

No longer envious, no longer
Meaner, I stand above my pettiness
A cut above the rest…
of my former mess!

Copyright 2023 Erica J