Mystery
by Laurie Kolp
It all started with a misplaced phone
a frantic search through purse and car
which led to a speedy trip back home
a tornado mess she conjured up
amid a whirlwind of great despair
floodgates of tears pouring out
frustration increasing to panic mode
gone just like that
her friends
her work
her life as she knows it now.
Thoughts of identity theft filled her mind
like a sentinel when danger lurks
how would she protect herself
from those big strong arms
the violation and ruination
sure to come and take her down
she falls and hits the ground
twists and turns in great despair
like a toddler in a tantrum
she stops and stares
under the bed
and grabs her phone with a smile.
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1 comment:
Oh my gosh, I've BEEN there! If it isn't the cell phone (I don't know how often I've had to call myself and pray I could hear it), it's a small wallet I often carry which fits in a pocket....or CAR keys (which have house key connected). Your poem captured a universal panic state.
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