Magic, Water, and Stone

A poem about expectations.

You can throw as hard as you want
and hope with your whole heart
but,
I’m only a wishing well

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This one truly is a minimalistic poem. The date I have for this in my Evernote account is September 2009. Two years married at the time. No kids. Still learning who I was as an adult (still am).

I’ve come back to it countless times. It was originally three lines. Then that one day I mentioned here briefly, I put a comma after “but”, made a line break, and realized it was finished.