Finish Line

Finish line

It was during one of those moments 

of self-reflection she began to think 

about all the time she had

wasted  wandering around in scenes 

she might not have belonged in,

Acting in plays she had not been 

properly cast.


Now she had become acutely aware 

as she watched these scenes 

fade and disappear into the night.

In what act had the blue skies started 

their progression to  grey? 


Perhaps before starting a new meal

she should have finished what was 

on her plate.

Perhaps she had raced across too 

many finish lines without 

really leaving the gate?

 © DiAnne Ebejer 

image by Rio Febrian 


About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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2 Responses to Finish Line

  1. soziebird says:

    Oh OH … how this resonates! LOVE.


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