I Am Keeping My Fingers Crossed - 3WW

Written for 3WW: Abrasive, Loss, Handful



I Am Keeping My Fingers crossed

Ah, finally he could choose
To be abrasive with select few
He had reached where he wanted to
Power had been bestowed, and
He made right choices, pulling down
The shining faces and glowing spirits
Where was the alternative
Their light made his own scars visible
Scars which he had received
In the battles he had been fighting
With his own self, and opposites
A handful of mute on his side
Sustaining the power, and
The need to hold on to it
Needed just that kind of small army
Of trustworthy and loyalists
Others could be sacrificed
On the altar of exotic dreams
Without any loss of face, for
He could easily hide behind
His pretentious self, keeping a smile
Stolen perhaps from the forgotten
Moments of innocent childhood
No, it did not matter to him
If Just a handful accompanied
Him on his last journey
Living abrasively had been taught to him
Loss of innocence had occurred
Just as a shooting star suddenly appears
And then melts in the haze
He had picked up from the way
What was offered
And he was right, and those purer
Around him understood that
A flickering light of purity
Burnt deep inside
In the same corner from where
The infectious smile had come
Perhaps waiting to become a flame
And along with those others few
I too wait with a bated breath
And God looks at me from
Behind the curtain of
My own clouded thoughts
His eyes full of mischief, and I understand
It has been His ploy with me, as always
He wants me to remain hopeful
I am keeping my fingers crossed …



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