Moments ~ Poem

Oregon Thanksgiving 2014 039In the moment it always feels right.

Decisions fall, weakness folds.

Strings reach from the throat to the stomach, tighten with grand grip.

Knots unravel into tears.

Grip released, tears wiped.

Forget once again, forgive for now.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. jdewdropsofink says:

    Very touching and the picture is awesome.

    1. Thank you! The picture was taken at my dad’s place in Oregon.

  2. A lovely, personal poem many can relate to. Yes, the photo has wonderful muted and bright tones.

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