Imprints of Clumsiness

Caught in the mirror, the light feels so harsh,

a thumbprint bruise blooms, like a bruise on my heart,

a door frame I’ve met, too careless, too fast,

a reminder that moments like these seldom last.

The mark is a lesson, a whisper of care,

fragility hidden, an echo laid bare,

how small, how ridiculous, this little mistake,

a testament carved in the skin that won’t break.

I laugh at the memory, the sting of the blow,

a bruise that will fade, but I’ll carry it slow,

a thumbprint of clumsiness, etched in my mind,

reminders of life’s way of being unkind.