Editing…

like a frozen path

a painful cold and icy place

a frosty road leading to a dark nowhere

radiant lights guiding the trudging trek

and every time you think you’re about to reach an end, the end?

an epiphany strikes

or twist

or turn,

the path resets…

and the lumbering begins

Again.

Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, January 29, 2019.

Image: Frosted Path by P.A. Moore.

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