The bitter eclipse of circumstance
An acrostic poem
Each morning, as the world comes slowly back into focus, she re-
calibrates; striving to find a sense of purpose in the
life she is fighting bitterly to forge, brick-by-brick, arduous, often thankless work.
It will get better, she tells herself, when all the
pieces are lined up perfectly; when I find the
space again to open myself to wonder, a mesmerising sliver of light at the edges. A sense of
emptiness echoes inside her. It is dark, and she fumbles to place the next and the next and the next and the next and the next.
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Beth Sarah
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Comments (3)
Wow, Beth! That was a concentrated dose of REAL with phenomenal word choice and placement. Remarkably written!
Hope she never gives up. Loved your Acrostic!
Beautiful, this is beautiful. Lots of hard-worn honesty in this piece. Well done, Beth!