Anchor (an acrostic poem)

 

Adrift in a sea of high emotions

No sunrise on the horizon to be found

Caution blew away with the high winds hours ago

Hearing the waves pounding on the rocks

Only thing he could safely do was ground himself against the current

Releasing the weight, he felt it plunge deep and hold, but for how long

 

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Go For It (an acrostic poem)

Green traffic light cuts the darkness

Opening the way for me

 

Feeling the pavement pass under my wheels

Outside becomes surreal

Racing through this new reality

 

Itching to shift it into the next gear

Throwing caution to the wind, I do it

 

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Caution (an acrostic poem)

Cliff looked at the oncoming traffic

All it would take is one step, and it would be all over

Unless they could get help to him in time

Then it would be even more pain

It was too risky of a plan

Oncoming traffic still whizzed by, oblivious to all this

Nope, it was none of their concern

 

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