Wednesday, June 20, 2012
3WW: Fog, Lenient, Struggle
Sand, like wet cement,
sucks at my sneakers
as I walk along the foggy
shore.
My sharp thoughts
cut through, separating
the halves of my
life.
I struggle forward
trying to make a decision
where only I will
win.
My lenient ways
have masked my true
feelings for so many
years.
A stray wave builds,
builds, fast, faster,
gains momentum,
slaps
me in the face, wakes
me up. I head home,
the same person, still
gray.
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8 comments:
Those one line interludes cut through..like slaps..can almost be read alone..that sucking sand is familiar..and the sense of being 'grey'..sand is yellow..sea is blue..and perhaps home can be the colour of your choosing..when the time is right..Jae
Thinking logically (which I do way too much of LOL) ...since you had those thoughts and were conscious of it all then, something did change. You learned something about yourself, however minuscule or seemingly unimportant it seems.
Lovely piece.
My lenient ways..etc.There is an expectation that one should be easy going and have lenient ways.Best be yourself I say.
Very powerful, gave me goosebumps!! Probably because that was me 16 years
ago... glad I'm not there. Hope you find the win!!
Hugs Giggles
ah so sad still gray.
Yes, those single word commentaries are very much a life story in themselves. At least I am not alone in the club.
Carries the emotion nicely. Slap's a bit rude!
Surely something has changed here. Even to become aware that nothing has changed is change in itself...
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