How Many Steps Was It Anyway
Not enough to kill me, but it came close
Challenge: Somewhere between here and there...
Prompt:
Write a poem that takes place mid-thought, mid-walk, or mid-sentence.
Just leave me here
Go on without me hear
"Mom, we are not leaving you here!"
"Come on, it's not that much further!"
I have already walked all of them and I'd rather
die, than go one step more. I have a lather
of sweat forming as I sit here
I said just leave me here, did you hear
me? Would you rather
carry me to the top or gather
me up later.
She sat down and said, I'm not leaving you
Your are my mom and what you do
I do. So there. It's now up to you.
Pretty dramatic I know, but you had to be there
How I made it down was one thing, but here
I am, dying. Yes, the waterfall was beautiful there
but was it worth dying for it is my question for you
okay, well, just give me a chance to rest and maybe
I can make it the rest of the way after a nap. We'll see/
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.
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