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Thumbtacks

A Metaphor on Finding Yourself

By Tracy VazquezPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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When all the music stops

And all of us are props

Behind the narrow train tracks

Find the colored thumbtacks

In the yellow horse hay

In a land far away

Into the bright blue house

It's as small as a mouse

On the crackling old stove

Into the hidden cove

Take just one look around

It's not quite profound

Keep going on your search

But I swear, it's there, perched

On the tan blank cardboard

With the long silver sword

Along the covered path

In the sunshine's heat bath

Some people even say

It's worth more than pay

When you find the blank pack

Of the colored thumbtack

inspirational
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