Quite the Catch

When she caught 

a tiny piece
of herself
she thought had not
survived
goodbye,
her mind mush-
roomed
from the natural high
of her enlightenment.

But like a butterfly
in a net, she couldn’t bear
to set it free,
for fear
it would fly
far far away,
enjoy
its release,
leave her alone
with her former self.

She Keeps Those Parts Locked Up

Here is the prompt for Day Sixteen (copied from Writer's Digest):

Time for our third Two for Tuesday of the month! Pick one prompt or use both…your choice!

1. Write a catch poem. Catch a cold, a ball, a fish, or someone’s eye.
2. Write a release poem. Release your anger, a ball, a fish, or someone’s head (from a head lock while wrestling, of course).

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