the Verge
on the verge of sadness hanging on to what feels like infinity trying to dissolve
and be on solid footing but a trigger tips the scale and drops the fall that hurts
and cannot be anchored to even a dream of hopefulness and trudging continues on
footless steps
that can only limp into future clinging to a better and trusting something will give way to
happy.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Monday, February 20, 2017.
Image: By Jonathan Pendleton from Stocksnap.