It was pride,

I wore my heart on my sleeve,

shared my hopes and dreams.


You brushed them aside

they scattered like confetti

and shattered as you trod on them.


One by one, I heard them break

under the crunch

of your negative footfalls.


©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse quadrille where we were given the word Crunch.

I had a difficult few weeks and took a bit of a battering in a very bizarre job interview. I did speak up for myself(and cried on the way home…) but I do worry that somewhere in this current climate we seem to have lost our values, our compassion and sense of humanity.

The photos are intended to be the opposite- the restoration of the spirit and soul.

Author: alisonhankinson

Walking tall whenever I can.

19 thoughts on “Crunch”

  1. Sadly, there seems to be such a lack of respect for other’s and for differing points of view. We don’t need to agree but we should be able to express our true self. I suspect that the job you interviewed for would have been “soul death.” I had such a job once.

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  2. I’m so sorry to hear about your difficult weeks and bizarre job interview, Alison. What a horrible way to treat someone, treading on their hopes and dreams. I love the photographs and hope that you are feeling better.

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  3. Unfortunately experiences like this can cut deep…love your images of scattering and crunching under foot (they work so well for the injury and are possible images for obliterating the negativity as well….)

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