DCU Library – Creative Writing Competition 2022 – Finalist

You seem to think

I’m a fishing rod

You reel me in, then throw

me far away

left waiting in the

depths of the unknown

After sometime you

reel me in again

throw me further

away, like a

drop in the ocean

But the next time

you sail away &

come back to my shore

reel me in as

much as you can

with all your determination

& strength, that line

that holds it together

is finally going to break

slip away—broken

irreplaceable

You’ll never get it back

It’s gone, this time

gone for good

I am not a fishing rod, I am a person

A person with feelings

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