To Hold A Fork
Some victories are small, but mean the world.

We celebrate big victories on stage on World Theatre Day.
Big actions. Huge performances.
Not the small ones.
They pass unnoticed.
Holding a fork is quieter.
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To hold a fork.
Timeless.
Rare.
Precious, muted steel
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I grasp.
It drops.
I reach.
It drops.Β
I grasp -
Five seconds
It drops.
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They glare.
The fallen fork shines.
Not the grasp.
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Fallen fork -
Glistens.
Grasping hand -
Dulled.
Aches.
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Unseen.
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Then lifts
Fingers clenched.
Firm.
Fork clutched.
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's March Challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.

Comments (2)
I see this future battle coming all too quickly Well done
Power to you