Risky Business
In the world of love
I lived in a time of famine
Closed to receive
Focused only on raising a child
In years of wilderness
When nothing would grow
in barren fields
Unfed, undernourished, unwanted
Until
Stars aligned
and the sun kissed the earth
Not once, but twice
I stared at two suitors
Tall, handsome,
he must have made a mistake
And quirky, funny,
we talked until dawn
Now I, fed and watered,
must choose
What is the risk and reward?
I will not know
Until I do
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
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Tricia Sankey is guest host tonight at D'Verse Poets and has prompted
us with the word Risk.
Image by Photocurry from Pixabay
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