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Thether Ball
I am a yellow tether ball.
Barely used, yet as-is.
There was a time, before you,
when i was bright.
Mint condition.
Then there was you.
You came around and i was hooked.
Tied to a post by a beautifully strong rope
with no intention or desire
of being taken down.
You promised to be good to me;
that i would forever be your favorite.
Look at how you left me:
A dull, scuffed up, yellow tetherball.
At you last glance, I rested with anguish
against that post,
dangling by that same rope, now tattered and torn.
You just walked away.
Then a wonderful breeze,
so warm and inviting, blew my way.
It whispered to me
promises.
To treasure me
as good as new.
That sweet wind
picked me up and
dusted me off.
My rope
rewoven and stronger than ever.
That summer breeze,
recreated the old me.
And. Now.
I sway back and fourth
beautifully in the wind.
A bright, yellow tetherball;
barely used, and Mint Condition.
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and i began dating one of my really good friends.
after 17 months, i loved him and it was over.
I felt pretty crappy,
until i talked to a friend of mine.
He reminded me that i really am so much better without him and as bad as i felt, i could feel so much better moving on. Thats the sense of the wind brushing me off, and revealing the bright yellow color again. That was me seeing my potential.