the poetry nugget

photo by author Her life filled with self recriminations for choices made, opportunities lost. Each day grinds away, more time lost, no closer to where she wants to be. Something thrums deep within, the wings of a bird against her cage of ribs, it wants to fly away, to create something, not even imagined. But it may be too late, for this wondrous unknown to become a reality.

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I fight to keep my tears in, for I would cry too much. I take up this banner alone, I have nothing to lose. My comrades do, they step to the side, with hope. We have experienced much, more behind us than ahead. The young ones do not realize that they will be us in time. But without respect, acknowledgement, what legacy do we leave them? They will walk in our shallow footsteps  and curse our names.                                                    Photos by author