Attribution: Ingrid Taylar
Image: Picking up the pieces
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)
Riding high hoping
never the need to look back.
The future beckons
Doors opening wide
Opportunities
galore
The sun shines brightly
Dirty play rears its
ugly head. Ambitions get
stunted. Wrong cards played
Grovelling in the
dark. Picking up the pieces
Familiar story
Written for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #148
Powerful poem, it is sad when we stop being true to ourselves
ReplyDeleteOh so true, once you cross that line with all the back room deals much crap can come due.
ReplyDeleteA lot of strength in your words. I agree with mindlovemisery, "it is sad when we stop being true to ourselves." A very well written poem.
ReplyDeleteA long way down once you go that route
ReplyDeleteHaunting
ReplyDeleteYou took my emotions on a ride here! Poor soul -so much hope in the beginning to broken pieces in the end.
ReplyDeletea roller coaster of emotion here . .
ReplyDeleteas long as you can pick up the pieces...you can always move forward you know....there is hope...and hope not to repeat the same mistakes...
ReplyDeletethis speaks to me a little Hank.
ReplyDeleteThat's really well done!
ReplyDeleteLife's like that sometimes...but hope lies in the ability to pick up the pieces and start again...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Ha! Many people have struggled with such experiences. It is a constant battle and we soldier on! Well penned, K:)
ReplyDeletedig the way you told this story - tight writing sir
ReplyDeleteI like the way you combine hope with reality. I prefer to live in hope with doors opening wide and opportunities galore :)
ReplyDeleteDropping by from the Poetry Pantry.
Suzy at http://ilasoulpoems.blogspot.co.nz/
Famiiar story freshly told.
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