luni, 31 decembrie 2018

Idealism

 I will be ok..
I'm telling you now.
Anxiety got the best of me at this time
But, soon it will pass,
Like,this cold cold winter
Of my soul,
That is entering a lifetime spring.

And even if it passes,
Not by, but through..
And my heart seems to want
To crack my torso
And run off into the mountains,
To hide in a bear's chest,
It's not a hope ,
But a knowing,
That my dreams are right here,
In front of me,
Patiently waiting for me to open my eyes.
And as my heart is winding through love,
My feet are building
Another and another step
As they climb stubbornly,
On this ladder of all possibilities.



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