Wrong Stop
I saw him quick, like sheer delight
the darkest figure in the night
I cursed myself for staying on
I could go back, my mood forlorn
My hopes right now go back and forth
I judge myself, my thoughts, my worth
But in the end I know this much
What’s meant to be, my hands will touch
©2024 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
Excellent!
Linda 🙂
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Christine this one is very good – I love the direction you took this prompt!
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I’m trying to keep my thoughts and ideas on the positive. When writing it seems my mind goes to the negative for a release but that isn’t always helpful.
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