when i was 21
i broke the engagement off
i put the ring
in the bottom of the garbage bag
i packed my clothes in.
you stood on the balcony
in your housecoat and bare feet
(we were decorating the christmas tree)
in the snow
calling my name
as the taxi took me
away.
when i turned 21
i broke free.
when i turned 21
i rescued me.
rwp prompt #21
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I like the strength in this poem! I wanted to cheer at the end!
I liked the last line..
rites of passage in a sandwiched
wow. powerful and twigged a sharp memory of me.
i like this...
you make me want to cheer... :D
hip hip hooray..nicely done.....nice poem too..keep truckin
WOW! i love it.
Phew, I wonder how long the heroine had been planning her escape?
I get the feeling it's good to get away!
Nicely!!
Great images. I'd think the rescue line is the strongest. I'd nix the free. It's implied. Of course, jmo.
Thanks. Glad I came by.
That last line was like a kick in the gut.
Powerful
♥
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