Some things were better left unsaid.
So she wrote yet another poem.
It started with “my greatest joy is my greatest pain.”
He wouldn’t see it anyway.
She poured her heart into every word.
Every verse stung.
“Take me to Malta to see jellyfish fireworks,”
She planned to say,
That will be the day…

(Written for Short Story Slam Week 20, Poetry Pantry #87, and Thursday Poets Rally Week 62)



    • Jennifaye

      Thank you very much Elizena for your gracious comments. It’s always nice to write and be read and appreciated by fellow writers. I’m so thankful for supportive writing communities. 🙂 Oh yes, it was definitely a challenge writing down the 55 words.


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