To fall back,
Is to give up.
To say that you are done.
That you have not even tried yet
Is the cowardly thing.
To fall back,
Would be to announce
That you and I are weak.
And maybe we are.
Maybe falling back
Is what we need.
A chance to give ourselves up.
A moment to regroup.
But a moment is nothing to a war,
And to fall back
Is to lose.
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours