The Fence

The line between
Remembering and imagination
Is thin

Both leave me empty
With longing

What good is possibility

If that energy is so easily
Diverted into  a useless, tangled knot

Another wave
Crashes through

Washing away
Precious hope

Need to find better armor
Against these cycles of weariness

If I can’t reach you now
Then perhaps a fence
To manage my impatience

© 2016 Chris Paige. All rights reserved.


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