I am the brisk wind that blows through your soul
I am that new thought that skirts around the edges of your waking moments
I am your dreams
But dreams are meant to be realized not thought about
So rise
take them in your hand
forget fear
go forth and just do
the worst thing that can happen is you will fail
that is it
just like a baby falls over and over again
and still learns to walk
so will you
just take the first step
into responsibility
into your self.
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lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't find it using search engines so I assumed its yours.
I think its about a person who struggles with committing to someone , probably the commitment is to make a family. this poem was written to that man or person.
bravo