Standing Still

SheWasTheSun

Standing Still

She had a restless sort of soul

The kind that outgrew each place it called home

Before she began to settle

She had a wild sort of soul

The kind that fell tired of each new adventure

Before it ever began

She had a fearless sort of soul

The kind that overcame each and every worry

In search of a new thrill

But one fear just wouldn’t leave her mind

That is, the fear of standing still

  • Author: SheWasTheSun (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 27th, 2016 05:03
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  • lysistrata

    Thanks for writing a poem about ME.
    I don't like standing still. Who does?

    • SheWasTheSun

      You're right, I think we all have this fear in some form 🙂

    • iceman43

      Short and to the point. I like it. A rolling stone etc.



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