2005-07-28
— 7:10 a.m.
Another poem - get over it.
One more poem for now, I promised my friend Mike I'd post this. This poem is kind of about how important it is to get over it after you've been hurt. It was inspired by the pain and loneliness of a hard divorce. Oh, one more thing...I'm going to Canada for a 7-day fishing trip, so I won't be posting for a while. When I get back though, I'll write about all my antics, adventures, and all of the Northern Pike teeth marks on my shredded fingers. Enjoy! Life I was only a stone
In the river of life
Offering safe passage.
And after you moved
Across me to the next,
Jarred free by your loss
I sank to the bottom,
And remained.
I was only a lump,
A topographic anomaly
On the dark, sandy floor
Trying not to get buried in mud.
But now and again
When the waters were still,
A shaft of light reached me
Through the murk.
After time, the light came more often
And I knew I was again near to the top.
It was so exciting
After all that time
Alone
Down in the darkness
I was almost free!
But when I broke through
The surface
I knew I was a fool
For the river
Had dried up
Around me. Timothy J. Stough 3 Jul 93 113 am
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