Your mind works differently
One skip removed
Faster yet softer
Almost reachable.
Almost graspable.
Almost touchable.
Almost.
And I stretch, I reach, I try
Oh God, do I try
To reach where you live
Yet I forget,
The day can still deceive me
My memory eludes me
And I forget
I hold your hand
I guide you
As the current pulls me
From my depth
I hold on to hope
Like a lifeline
I stop to catch my breath
I wonder if
I'll be enough
For you, my dear child
Even still
My promise to you
My love,
My boy,
I will never stop reaching.
About the Creator
Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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Comments (2)
Heartwarming promising love support poem brilliantly written!!!❤️❤️💕
This…this is beautiful. ❤️