The Divorce. (an acrostic poem)
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
Our final home,
more than a house on a street.
It was the place we could be
you and me, together, forever.
Prevailing winds wrapped the flag
tightly around its pole.
All that could be discerned
were the stripes…
everything is here
for but a moment
like a whisper
half-spoken
nearly existing
vanishing
in the soft light
of a new day
Being “woke” means remaining alert to racial prejudice and discrimination and being willing to stand up against oppression and seek justice and reconciliation.
(306 words)
Having moved on, I remained
caught between obligation and fear.
Worn, weary hands now empty.
Inspiration sifted, removed by the wind.
Remember the ones
you passed in the hall
never stopping to talk
or know them at all?
The awkward kid
who didn’t fit in
tried to make friends
but just couldn’t win?
The definition of living a meaningful life
will differ for each person.
To some it may be to strive
for a form of greatness.
To others it may be
to make it through each day.
(405 words)
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