Pencil by Raymond A. Foss

Lead and wood
Fused for a purpose
Life changes
In blackened ovals
Shading, within the lines

Fear, struggle.
Am I right?
Waiting excruciating

Because you believed
Pushed and prodded
I tried and hoped
A brighter star
Richer, fuller
Life, not surviving
Comfortable, smothered

Dreams delayed
My path found again
Under the bramble.
Years wasted
On a scripted path
Others’ choices
No longer mine
Free to start anew.

by Raymond A. Foss

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