Thursday, November 3, 2011

Unfinished Seeds

©Stacie Sandall


Unable to finish things I've begun,
discouragement a vortex
I cannot escape.
Time has tilted,
fear of failure a stone for my foot to strike.
Dreams strewn about like seeds to the field.
The aging sun bleaches my memories
as they awkwardly tumble from my notebook.
Their destiny is to be forgotten.


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