They said I blew
it out of proportion.
I was told to let it go
so I did the mature thing
and looped an uptight string
around its neck, strangled
it in a vexed snaggle,
before setting it free
to float. I let it go;
(though, not really).
Good advice must be broken
into bite sized pieces
so as to avoid choking
on its well-meaning intent.
Now,
I carry it with me every day
but it is a weight off my shoulders.
They say it suits me.
I agree.
What a facetious accessory it is –
maturity!
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
They said I blew
it out of proportion.
I was told to let it go
so I did the mature thing
and looped an uptight string
around its neck, strangled
it in a vexed snaggle,
before setting it free
to float. I let it go;
(though, not really).
Good advice must be broken
into bite sized pieces
so as to avoid choking
on its well-meaning intent.
Now,
I carry it with me every day
but it is a weight off my shoulders.
They say it suits me.
I agree.
What a facetious accessory it is –
maturity!
NaPoWriMo Day 21
Poetry form: Free Verse
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