I ran,
Catching my breath,
Gasping for air,
Looking out at the world.
Looking out at my life,
Speeding past.
I reached out to touch,
But I somehow missed every time.
I looked out,
And caught sight of a reason,
To not give up.
Simply,
To see what life would be,
To give everything a chance,
To hold on.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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nice poem :)
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