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Sobbing the day the beaded necklace broke
tiny colorful pieces held together by a thread
sitting in my car under a giant old oak
a forewarning a deep feeling of dread
I knew in that moment things had changed
tearfully, gathering the small precious beads
perhaps, some re-threading and re-arranging
pondering where this new road would lead
black crows perched above on a tree limb
caw, caw, cawing as if mocking my sadness
this was a sign that trouble would soon begin
and my world would unravel in madness
Sobbing the day the beaded necklace broke
severing all that I held dear to my heart
cupped in my hand colorful beads of hope
mending what remained, a new work of art
written for dVerse Poetics Getting Hooked
hosted by Kim - writing poetry with an opening hook
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