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Those Who Hurl Stones-Not For Contest
This poem was entered in Julia Ward's contest but I've decided not to write for her. At the footbridge I pause for one last glance at naysayers who never gave me a chance. River rushes in a roar, stronger than my rage, my anger uncontrolled like the aggression of old age. I am leaving behind a life gone wrong. No longer happy where I don't belong. I have to cross the river to be rid of my woes and escape the cruel biddies, those jealous foes. A smile touches my lips once over the footbridge, I stare longingly at the mountains beyond the ridge. A deep breath taken, and then two more, calming me while the river continues to roar. Behind me shrill voices screaming my name. I grow tired of hearing them taunt me with shame. My rankling increases as they hurl stones. I turn to curse them, those bitter old crones. With two pointed fingers, an evil spell I cast. At the footbridge, I watch them breathe their last. 7/18/2016
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