Seven fishhooks of seven months
Dig deep into flesh and bone
Anchoring above my heart
With the sharp pain of being alone
The lines pull tight relentlessly
Fueled by a woman's scorn
Sinew is compromised
Skin is stretched and worn
Defying a venomous biting ache
Feet are firmly planted
This heart forging careful beats
Fueling eyes which are enchanted
By a path that is yet to come
But brings roses on the horizon
Come seven months from now
The fishhooks will be gone
The ripping over my heart
Will be sutured and washed away
I'll be fishing for a new start
I'll be living a new day
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A/N:
Knowing that as painful as that storm might be, as painful as doing what must be done might be, there is always a new hope a new life waiting for us in the future.
Keep it Pop'n,
-DarthPadre
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