A promise of something to come later, that's not quite
ready, but you've earned it. A gift of
sorts, packed in waiting. The contents
dictate the longing for, the anticipation of, the expectations of what will be
fulfilled when presenting it for an exchange. The end result of
negotiation. She knew she'd have to
hold this for a long time, but there was no expiration date. It may get tattered along the way, forgotten
and tucked away in a box for some rainy day perusal. But there was one stipulation. It can be
traded in, only when the time is right for all and the stars are aligned.
*I'm trying a morning writing practice and the past several posts have been from prompts by Peggy Tabor Millin, Clarity Works, Inc. Check her out. Enjoying this and it's becoming a part of the day I really look forward to!
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