We hunt for opportunities, but there's always the right chance for us.
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It's open--
A window in the wall,
Light streaming through frosted glass
Specks I almost take in my hands.
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I hasten,
Hands clutching the pane,
Edging to the handle,
Heart thudding in the chest.
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It swings and shuts,
My hand slips through,
But my fingers grasp---
The handle unseen.
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Another window, sealed.
A silhouette beyond--
A chance, running.
I chase, reach--
But stumble.
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Empty hands
Heart burdened.
But still I tread,
Knowing another window,
Somewhere--
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Opens.
For just me.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental
For Vocal's Poetry of the Hunt challenge.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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