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I'm a Recovering Drama Queen. I got tired of the same old lines.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Catch

He found his favorite spot,
A secluded wilderness where he could be alone and fish.

He was so angry he screamed at the fish and the birds and the sun.
He screamed to the higher power that let him down.
The rage engulfed him,
He ached.
He hurt!

The pain of the past year stuck to his body,
So he shed his clothes
And jumped into the ice cold water.
He cringed.
He cried.
Not because the water was cold,
But because he finally felt something other than grief.

The mountains mimicked his cries,
Then silently awaited more.
He shivered.
He felt!

He emerged from the water,
And wiped it all off,
His pain,
His sadness.

The sun spread warmth upon him,
And the trees stirred up laughter.
They must have known he finally caught his breath.


  1. I like that--water as an image of rebirth.


    1. Thank you Janieola! I'm glad you stopped by! XOXO

  2. Love the imagery you used. I know we've all been there, so wrapped up in one emotion that we can't feel anything else, until one day, we just let it all go.

  3. the tree stirred up laughter. so good.