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What a nightmare..


I was running…

Chasing a spool of thread

Hastily trying to reach the end

To attain my lost prize

It didn’t matter the obstacle

Nor the distance, nor the circumstances

I just wanted to reach the end

I found the line cut in places along the way

I would simply tie a knot and continue to follow

It wasn’t until I reached the end of line that

I realized…

I had done some of the cutting myself

I also realized there was no spool nearby

For the thread to come from

I was too late..

My prize could wait no longer

So it decided to cut the line

The line of communication..

The line of hope…

The love line…

Any line having to do with me

And move on

I awakened to a wet face and  trembling hands

It wasn’t just a dream

But I am awake now

I missed my chance to attain again

My prize and I are

Forever dissevered

So now I sit and ask God..

What do I do now?


1 Comment

  • Whitney Posted July 26, 2016 9:47 am

    And what exactly was that prize? Why do people tend to cut the line of hope and faith and love?

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