Growing
Their love immature
Allowing resentment to build
They could not see the forest
for the lumber to be milled
Like a motor revving
Their anxiety up and down
Arguments were common
Always a fight for the crown
Needing perspective
they went different ways
Space across the miles
And clarity through the haze
Removed from the battlefield
A time to think
A metamorphosis occurred
As they stood on the brink
Reborn and reenergized
Independent and strong
They come full circle
Back to where they belong
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Immature
Metamorphosis
Lumber
Resentment
Motor
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“They could not see the forest
for the lumber to be milled”
My favorite lines. Thanks for participating.
Thanks Roger 🙂 I really appreciate it!
beautiful imagery 🙂
Beautiful Poem. True love matures. It’s best not to quit too early.
Thank you so much! Yes that is very true. 🙂
Beautiful Christine! Happy new year!! 💕
Thank you Amanda! Happy New Year to you too! Hope it’s happy and healthy 🙂💕
Outstanding!
Thank you so much! 🙂
Brilliant poem.
Oh thank you so much Sadje! 🙂
My pleasure 😇