Written by Emily Harstone | December 2, 2016
Her crippled spine still stood firm.
Looking back, right decision was obvious.
It was my road to nowhere.
Path to freedom: a leaky raft.
I refused to go any further.
With rickety planks ahead, I’m optimistic
a hop, a skip, and splash.
Teetering on the brink of despair.
Come along and admire the view….
He was gone, without a ripple.
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Her crippled spine still stood firm.
Looking back, right decision was obvious.
It was my road to nowhere.
Path to freedom: a leaky raft.
I refused to go any further.
With rickety planks ahead, I’m optimistic
a hop, a skip, and splash.
Teetering on the brink of despair.
Come along and admire the view….
He was gone, without a ripple.