Hope Dashed?

Made a mistake.

Waiting to see if the other shoe will drop.

Wondering if my heart will ache.

Lost it over the final flop.

Hopes dashed?

Did my best?

But is all crashed?

or will my fears be laid to rest?





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Hoof Beats

I hear 16 hoof beats coming in my direction.

12 of them I ignore, but four I focus on.

Wondering if should not oppose the the swing of the scythe.

I will be taken by that instrument one day, but now?

Now, when I feel no hope inside of the blackness I am in.

I am tempted to go with those four hoof beats.

The four hoof beats are coming closer, closer, closer.

Inside the blackness of my hopelessness, I await.

I feel the four hoof beats upon me.

I feel the scythe swinging toward me.

Then  I step back in hope.

And hear the fading hoof beats galloping on.

Things may be black, but not totally.

So I am happy to have stepped back this time.

THIS TIME.




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