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.