The Prize Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The Prize



Reaching for a goal
Making complete
Making whole
Attaining what we seek…

Straight ahead
Around the curve
Turning into what we dread
Drained…with no reserve

Irony becomes evident
Ideals reverse instantly
Revealed by a scent
Disbelief becomes reality

6/6/09

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Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
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