I’ll never be able to tell you
Just how many times
I thought
I
Can’t
But I did
How many impossibilities
Turned into open seas
With the breeze
At my back
Gently
Encouraging
Another step
We’re all STILL learning to walk
It’s in the forward motion
You’ll know sometimes
That onward makes sense
Yet in your defense
Most of the time
You won’t
Want to get out of the boat
Will I float?
Will the mockers gloat?
Is there still hope
That this moment
Could promote me
To my dreams?
I believe
In miracles
Theoretically
I just don’t notice
The one I’m already
Living in
About the Creator
Kt
I embarked to my favorite coastline several years ago in search of feeling in a dark season and accdientally wrote a poem. I have written ever since.
Poetry is what my friends know me for, but words burn in my bones.
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