Final Cut

Old carving knife and forks

Old carving knife and forks (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The final cut
The final day
Was slicing through everything
Fear, hope, dismay
Was a backwards glance
Walking away
The final cut
The final day

The final cut
Without remorse
Was denying everything
What was worse
Was a flippant comment
Deriding, coarse
The final cut
The final course

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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5 Responses to Final Cut

  1. Straws that break camels backs come to mind Helen. And yes it can be that flippant comment that appears so uncaring.

  2. Skye's avatar Skye says:

    Wow…you are really touching on stuff that touches my heart. Well done, Sis!

  3. ..back away from the knives Helen 😉

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