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Things I wrote on 6/8/09:
We race for the door in haste.
Our bodies feel like they're atrophying.
The sensation pushes our muscles.
They groan in protest like a creaking, abandoned ship.
The door of opportunity glows as we lunge.
Its light is fading into a glow.
My arm reaches out to touch the wooden obstacle in our path.
In a moment, it all stops.
I fall to the ground.
It's over.
We've lost.
We are lost.
Lost in darkness,
sadness,
and hope.
When desperation seeps into our veins,
and we are ready to quit,
the golden light shines brightly again.
Hope and relief wash over us all,
must like waves on a golden, sandy shore,
and we breathe it in, smiling happily.
We have made it to the light.
Together.
 Sin Avarice · Mon Jun 08, 2009 @ 10:57pm · 0 Comments |
