
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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Brilliant poem.
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Oh thank you so much Sadje! 🙂
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My pleasure 😇
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Outstanding!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Beautiful Christine! Happy new year!! 💕
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Thank you Amanda! Happy New Year to you too! Hope it’s happy and healthy 🙂💕
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Beautiful Poem. True love matures. It’s best not to quit too early.
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Thank you so much! Yes that is very true. 🙂
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beautiful imagery 🙂
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“They could not see the forest
for the lumber to be milled”
My favorite lines. Thanks for participating.
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Thanks Roger 🙂 I really appreciate it!
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