Our life mapped out before us,
That map now but smoldered ash,
A perfect happy journey,
Now all's left a final crash.
Our first steps felt so right,
Our hands enwrapped naturally,
Our eyes always the others gaze,
Our heartbeats as one perfectly.
Now on the cift edge I stand,
I turn to your hand held out to me,
Still I step back,
For I am stupid me!
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Comments2
A hand held out, isn’t always one that will solve our problems. I think your heart is telling you something here. I do not see stupid anywhere in this poem. I enjoyed the read.
Thank you, it's more I keep doing things to sabotage my own happiness. 😢
Sometimes sadly we can be our own worse enemy.
I know & I'll probably always be. 😢
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