I eagerly prepared to start
but where I wondered was the end?
Predictions failed. Beyond each bend
lay proof that I was not so smart.
My beating heart got torn apart.
There is, I’ve heard, a promised land
somewhere where I’m not looking and
the way is not that hard to find.
If pride would pause, I’d change my mind
and let you take me by the hand.
Start
2 Comments to “Start”
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Enticing rhyme scheme pulled me forward –
wanting pride
to be set aside
and the treasured land
to be at hand!-
I like your version of this with shorter lines. Thank you, Jan!
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