In your unfinished story,
the hopelessness
of too many blank pages
never to be filled,
has lodged itself
deeply into your soul
like a beastly splinter.

Sometimes you relish
the delusion of taking
sweet revenge,
by writing more
pleasant endings
to soothe your bruised ego.

Other times,
you are simply grateful for
how you were spared
the flash of disappointment
that follows
unfulfilled expectations.


© november child
photo: artist unknown
in response to The Sunday Whirl Wordle #290