I ran away in 2003... landed in a state far away... ended up homeless... moved here to Montana... but decided to face old demons and traveled back to Costa Rica... traveled to England... moved to Costa Rica... traveled to Europe and around the world... lived in Thailand... now resting back here in Montana.
Was it life or death? I dunno; but, one decision led to another. I couldn't have predicted it.
I've been back in Montana three months... too long imho. Should've been here in April and Thailand in July. It's a long trip: 10 time zones west, 14 east. I've flown both. One word: exhausting.
A discarded crumpled up piece of paper
colorful and coated with wax.
It flies in the breeze with no set destination...
Content to go wherever the wind carries it.
It's worthless now but once it was a guardian
protecting a sweet prize within.
Ensuring a moment of joy to the one who unwrapped it,
its purpose is now fulfilled.
Prompt: "WRITE A POEM ABOUT SOMETHING WORTHLESS." for "EIGHT, the Weekend - 06.16.24"
Word Count: 59 words
Line Count: 8 Lines
Authors Note: I was picturing a Starburst wrapper when writing this. It is one of my favorite types of candies.
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