Not Yet
I dreamed of trusting again— like a hopeless romantic waiting for her knight in shining armor.
But the dream still rides just out of reach.
I feel it. But I’m not ready.
Not while my heart is still dripping with yesterday’s ache. Not while the silence still echoes louder than any promise could.
I haven’t soaked in the sadness enough to rinse it clean. I haven’t finished mourning the version of me who once believed love meant safety.
So no— not yet.
Let the dream stay just a little farther away. I'll meet it when I'm whole enough not to mistake shining armor for light.
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Author:
Vanna (
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Comments2
Metaphor encompases this poem and it speaks to seeing and distinguishing the truth from fantasy's illusions. Nicely done
Excellent write
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