When one pulls away from something, or someone,
They either feel broken and lost,
Or they feel strong and dignified
The reeds I look at now sway from side to side,
Blissfully inhaling wind with each turn,
Sometimes they land in the alluring shadows,
And other times they bask in the glorious sunlight- at peace.
I am like those reeds,
No- I don't glisten a beautiful emerald-green,
No- I don't softly sway whilst I'm glorified by others,
But I do go from one extreme to the next,
Unable to comprehend anything but indecision.
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A Culmination Of Realities
PoetryAs we float through life, victimized by circumstance and stalked by rumours, we come to understand that false rumours have opposites: realities. These are the realities to which this book is dedicated. These realities share only truth, for some are...
