Monday, February 06, 2017

The battle of pins

I imagine a battle ground,
Dramatic, with flags flying and warriors all set
To win their war.
White steeds so pure, you can't help but gape,
Battle scarred veterans, all set to face another day!
Ready to face death, ready to sacrifice for victory..

They expect blows, they expect spears and arrows. 
But they are hit by a rain of pins.
Unprepared they fall to the tiniest detail.

In the beautiful image in my head, I see the million pins
Of all that could have been
All that would never be
And all that was..

I prepare for them too, wearing an impenetrable shield
Or so I like to think..

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