HER NEVERENDING STORY

Meeting him was like reading
a favorite, familiar book; each page
to be savored because she loved the story
so much.

She finally loved her story.
She finally loved where each page
was taking her. His words led her
on a path

of anticipating the story’s end. 
She finally started to believe her story
would have a happy ending. Until
that night.

The best chapters, those yet to come,
were ripped from the book, she held
a shredded prized possession.
She felt lost,

like someone with no pages to turn,
someone with no tomorrows,
someone whose story has
no ending.

2013-05-08
P. Wanken

 

 

Written for Poetic Asides Prompt #218: Chapter. Posted for day 67 in 100 Days of Spring – 2013.

 

I AM Not Lost
(a shadorma)
*based on Psalm 56

To my tear-
drops: fall where you may.
You are caught
and counted
by my Father in Heaven.
He knows my sorrows.

2012-11-16
P. Wanken

 

Inspired by
Poetic Asides PAD Challenge prompt #16:
“Use the last line of yesterday’s poem for the first line today.”
and posted as Day #13 for the “100 Days of Fall/Winter 2012” challenge.