Six Word Fridays: Rusty

The sky grew darker and clouded
She stood, pondering her next move.
Before her a gate, red and rusty – –
metal flaky to her pensive touch.
Old, in disrepair, and without love.
Symbolic, she thought, of her precisely.
Well, maybe not so old, but…
unnecessary. A superfluous woman, it seems.
Clinging tightly to values little honored.
Persevering by necessity, but losing strength.
“Soon I’ll be obsolete and replaced.”
She nudged the gate open slowly,
pushing it past the overgrowth beneath,
and squeezed through toward the unknown.

Inspired by the Six Word Fridays link up.

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  1. That’s pretty deep. I love how it could read as pushing through to a new chapter in life or it could read as preparing to move to the next life…more likely the first, but still the unknown permeates the whole story.

  2. Thanks so much for linking up. This is really lovely. Wistful. Thoughtful. Very moving.

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