In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enough Is Enough.”
Right now, the towel is in my hand
And just might soon be thrown:
For life has not gone as I planned
And my seeds have not grown
To be the healthy plants I always
Hoped that they would be;
I’ve failed the people I love best
Who needed most
From me
Good take on the post! 🙂
I liked your honesty. Using poetry to express the sadness you feel works well.
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that is a raw, deep poem, so emotional and connected. Very well done! Blessings to you!