It is a horrid thing.
Knowing the exact weight
of choice.
Knowing, from here, you fly or
you fall.
This is it.
Loud are the opinions,
the “advice” and judgement
of others.
Tip-toe ahead…
or leap?
from the cliffside
Will wings grow as I
fall?
It hurts
to be so aware.
And it’s so close, I taste it.
I’ve always wanted this dream.
But what if this moment
is black? Faded
wrong.
Fall on your face for all
to see
The dream lied.
Reduced to grey nightmares;
burned to ash
by foolish fingers
‘Oh, Naive Child
Playing at life
Don’t you know that safe
is safer?’
I ache from the knowing.
And so, I shrink…
Parcel up the dream
leave it for another
foolish heart
‘Will you flourish
as I could not?
Or will you give in to
the ache of knowing?’
Siana
That is how I feel
Kindest Regard Sheila
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I’m sorry, I can’t help you to get a laptop. I hope you’re well, though, and thanks for reading.
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That’s okay. Thanks. I’m doing well 😊
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