With a home stretch heart I crest myself into the horizon. Holding onto a hope so big. Almost so big I think it's almost not real for moments. The hope grows and grows. Grows so large to where I can't feel my fingertips touching each other on the other side anymore.. can't hold on any longer. I let go and watch it walk away. Right in front of my eyes I watch myself let go of the hope I created for myself. And now I'm so stuck. So stuck and lonely. I put myself there. So scared of how nice that horizon is that I may not be worthy enough. But that's my horizon. It's mine. I created it and I lost it. All on my own. All by myself. Horizon, wait for me please. I think I can be on my way.
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Whisper Me This
PoetryA collection of poetry and thoughts that provoke my mind. All art in all parts of this collection is done by me. If interested at all you can go to my Instagram @leo.lorraine. P.s. I'm not sure if this title 'whisper me this' is already taken and...
