Perfect Life
I pin my hopes and dreams
on a cork-less board
and watch them fall
empty and unfulfilled
to the floor below
Time after time I wonder,
was there a hiccup
in my biological make up
convincing me to believe
things that will never be?
In my mind’s eye is a vista
of a life of perfection
One I am meant to be living
But it never becomes reality
Patience stretched to snapping
Disillusioned but not beaten
I continue to pin hopes and dreams
wherever they might adhere
Because one day, perhaps
something will eventually stick
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Pin - Stream of Consciousness
Biological - Word of the Day
Vista - RDP
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Lovely! Never give up on your hopes and dreams ❤️
Yes, there’s a message there ☺️👍 Thank you!
Something will surely, Christine! Oh, the longing! Lovely, Christine. Thanks for noining in. ☺️❤️
Thanks so much Punam ☺️💕🌺
You are welcome, dear. 😊❤️
Beautiful poetry Christine
Thank you Sadje. So sweet of you ☺️💕🌺
You’re welcome
so wonderful Christine! <3 great use of the prompts!
Thank you Carol anne! I appreciate it ☺️💕🌺
You’re welcome Christine 😇🤗