There's an overwhelming number,
of the storys for none but one.
You have them there,
in the desperate parts of your heart
they long to be lived
they long to be written.
The pictures of places
missing the details
the imagination is limited to add,
faces blurred of those you long to meet
the person you long to be
always nagging at the one you've become.
There are stories untold
shared with none but one
they nurture dreams
lighten fear,
they lift up
and march forward.
I just found your blog. You don't find a lot of blogs with poetry--this is perfection. I love the second stanza. So, so good.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Sarah
the Reverie blog
Thank you Sarah:)
ReplyDeleteDId you write that poem yourself? if so, impressive!
ReplyDeleteYes I did thanks:) Not much of a poet, just like to write.
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