measured in cautious breathes
and darting glances.
Looking for the tribulation,
waiting for the other shoe to fall.
Nothing so scary
as the unknown,
of what could have been,
what should have been,
and if only.
Reaping windfalls
or gaping wounds.
Fate deals uneven hands,
stacked against you from the start.
Dying from birth.
Cradle to grave.
It's all the stuff in between
that fills you up,
weights you down,
brings bloom or wither.
The next big step.
The last hurrah.
The life
you live now
or the life ever after.
1 comment:
Very nice Dave. The last 3 lines really pull it all together I think.
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