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.
🍽️🤲🍴⏳💫🤍
To hold a fork.
Timeless.
Rare.
Precious, muted steel
🍽️🤲🍴⏳💫🤍
I grasp.
It drops.
I reach.
It drops.
I grasp -
Five seconds
It drops.
🍽️🤲🍴⏳💫🤍
They glare.
The fallen fork shines.
Not the grasp.
🍽️🤲🍴⏳💫🤍
Fallen fork -
Glistens.
Grasping hand -
Dulled.
Aches.
🍽️🤲🍴⏳💫🤍
Unseen.
🍽️🤲🍴⏳💫🤍
Then lifts
Fingers clenched.
Firm.
Fork clutched.
🍽️🤲🍴⏳💫🤍
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.
Keep reading
More stories from Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin and writers in Poets and other communities.
You Should Stop Trying to Be a Better Person
A year ago, I spent two days in the Colombian mountains drinking ayahuasca as part of a spiritual ceremony. An experience that pulled apart every detail of my being and rearranged me in a new sequence. I wish that life became easier after the feat. It didn’t.
By Annaise Michelle7 days ago in Humans
Comments (9)