I pull myself back from thriving
Beyond all rational expectation.
Searching burning and, striving
For that one thing I can hold but,
Can’t make it mine forever.
Still, I’m drifting amid a turbid wind
Tied to my own circle like,
A dream catcher feather.
I can’t blame myself for dreaming,
Nor do I dare not to.
But it’s when I wake up screaming,
Love is more than what you do.
It’s made it’s held if ever,
Nothing else can see you through.
Relentless, I hold my dream like,
A dream catcher feather.
Author notes
this is my first poem after two years of writers block. I feel like im learning how to write again. Let me know what you think. Please be honest and brutal if need be. I need the criticism.
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