To Fly

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Entry to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction! Image courtesy of Al Forbes.

A single tether.

Oh how fragile life treats her children.

That fear has gripped you.

What once nourished now imprisons

As youth wilts into old age untested.

But fear not for these petals are more than just show.

And the seed you carry will become more than its predecessor.

So ready yourself,

The gust has come.

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5 responses »

  1. Beautiful poem and very true. I think of my elderly Grandmas and I think they are this age, where they exist and do the best they can but are waiting for the “gust.” But, at any age in any time, thT tether can be released, we never know when there will be a gust, but we are always moving towards it.

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