Tiny bubbles rise to the surface
Tiny cracks appear on the wall
Tiny ever so tiny
Lay down the chisel
Pack up the easel.
Standing on the capricious edge of definition
the shadow sprawled in break-away
the spine abandoned hopes of a breakthrough
Tiny ever so tiny
Was the last momentum
upon which a new hope depended.
Tiny but ever more exerting.
Written for the daily prompt breakthrough.
Beautiful! I love that last line “tiny” but evermore “exerting.”
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Awww thanks Mandi!
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You’re welcome ๐
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