Her father taught her when she was young all about fishing
It was about persistence, poise, and patience
It did not involve wishing
It made perfect sense
Bait the hook
Cast the reel
Wait and look
The feeling, surreal
Alone, he got impatient
He'd come home with the smallest fish, stabbed onto a spear
Said waiting made him feel complacent
Whether she'd find the joy of fishing again, became her biggest fear
On her own at the lake, she weathered rainy days
She'd sit for hours, just to watch others catch fish in minutes
The devil tempted her, faced with her own delays
Decided, she would share in their joy, testing her limits
Filling the void
Watching their pleasure
But still destroyed
For her, there is no treasure
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