Hook Line Thinker Poem by Lisa Weeks
Hook Line Thinker
I was reeled in
Not knowing if I was
Swimming...or broken
I swallowed your line
Starving for what you fed me
Dumbstruck and wounded
There was no fight,
No chance that I would not
Succumb to your lures
Maybe here was my chance
To witness saviour
But now I see
You have chosen
To fillet and release
My heart.
And there's plenty more fish in the sea.
For those like you.
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