It took an enemy
to shatter
her vagary –
the vagueness
that had kept her
from coming alive.
From now on
it was going to be
a bristling breeze.
– James Steerforth ( © 2008 )
Written for 3WW CXV involving enemy, shatter and vague.
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A bristling breeze. Great ending to this. Thanks for sharing – and participating.
Wow! I like the energy in this – the challenge and the flow…
Like finally living life rather than just surviving it. Conflicts/trials serve as trigger mechanisms in this case. Thank you for sharing this thought-provoking piece. Cheers. Have a blessed new year ahead.