
Strung on a wire
We may not see how close the resolution is
Of all the despair
That we carried
And led us to here
Our vision may be so easily eclipsed
By the pain of yesteryear
That here before us
Is a perfect gift
We dare not accept
Nor deign to open
Because our hands faltered
In untying the knot
That keeps the wrapping in place
Gnarled fingers
Now seem too wearied to effect the release
Of the precious prize hidden so deeply inside
Like the pearl
A jagged oyster houses
That once was only a grain of sand
Blown onto a deserted beach
From a far off land
Beautiful poetry deb! xo
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Thanks I didn’t know if this was very good so I am so appreciative of the feedback.
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All of your poetry is brilliant I love it I really love your work š
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This is simply beautiful
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Thank you so much. I very nearly didn’t post this.
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Iām really happy that you did š
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