broken

Broken

 

Once there was a promise
so tightly wrapped
a nucleus, inseparable
magnetic attraction.
The promise said:  "I am
your destiny.
Treat me as any dependent child."
But you forgot a promise had been made.
You believed in a world
owed to you alone.
The promise grew very old,
sluggish, barren, wan.
It liked to laugh, so quietly,
peeking down the staircase
at the grown-ups at play.
It never meant to spoil the party
with its unseemly gasping for air.
Quietly it lay, hidden in shadows,
beneath the cobwebs and crumbs.

 

(c) January 25, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon