I realized that feeling I got as I saw a lone dandelion in a field of grass.
A younger me might have pounced on it at the thought of making a wish,
The me now understands that my wishes are heavier than the dandilion.
The feeling of longing and dred in my stomach catches reality from the calm serenity in the eye of a hurricane, to the lashing outside winds.
A lone dandilion, tempting as so, reminds me that my wishes are too heavy for the winds to carry away its lightness.
I feel the inauspicious reality of life.
And maybe that is the problem.
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The mind of a Daydreamer
PoetryI've always wanted more. More friends, more confidence, more from life in general. This is a book of poems from a daydreamer with her head in the clouds and her feet in concrete.
