The higher we fly the further we fall.
It can be so fun earning your wings.
It can also take all of our favorite things.
I would rather stay grounded just knowing i flew.
We all have a choice.
Now tell me do you?
I flew so high.
I fell so hard.
I no longer have wings because they were charred.
I flew to close to the sun.
Just trying to have fun.
I burnt my life up.
Yeah i think i am done.
I caused much harm.
I caused much pain.
I thought i had fun.
Yet nothing was gained.
I now stay grounded.
I picked myself up.
I value my past.
With no knot in my gut!
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Author:
Poetic Burrito (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 5th, 2025 04:51
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
A poem of high dreams and expectations that cost too much but left one with memories of a life lived. A very nice piece of work
Nice reflection of life history and lessons learned. Good read, nice write.
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