This poem is linked to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I used 3 words that contain the letters “ght.” This post doesn’t look like a stream-of-consciousness, but I wrote this pretty quickly and did not edit it at all.
Authenticity is a bright light
In a world littered with black and gray,
A beacon beckoning to those lost
In rolling seas, somewhere along the way,
A life-preserver for those drowning
In interminable lists of shoulds and oughts:
Authenticity is a once-sunken treasure
That can never be completely forgot.