It seems to me.
That the surroundings are unknown.
I think I am lost.
I see the light.
I know there are many paths to take.
But I still feel confused.
The smell of home is near.
And I'm trying to follow the scent.
But I keep losing the trail.
Whichever direction I take a step in.
My heart says I should take this chance.
And my brain is scared to take this risk.
I'm afraid.
If I walk in one direction.
But I should have gone the opposite way.
Someone tell me what to do.
I am stuck in what spot.
In fear of the consequences.
I miss the old me.
Who had hope and trust.
Never one to lose her dreams.
But I am where I am.
Nothing can change that fact.
Traveling with each breeze and lost.
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A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
