Gaining

Thu, 10/03/2013 - 16:11 -- astradq

Gaining

It feels good to gain.

I may not realize quickly but,

It happens!

Slowly but

Surely.

Surely indeed.

Gaining gets going by the power of will.

And my will is strong.

It flexes it’s muscles

And yells a battle cry.

That is, until the past

Raises it’s ugly, unsettling,

resented, no,

HATED

Head.

Then the gaining stops

and loss takes over.

For now at least.

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