I am afraid that youthfulness is easily forgotten. Things have been so serious lately.
I know now what I care about, and it is becoming harder to live as if I do not care.
It is hard for me to be around people that do not carry the weight of caring.
I am grateful for this pressure. Without it, I would float easily... but uneasily.
I cannot settle for anything less than wonder.
If there is anything that paints a simple picture of the joy that I find in life or if there is anything that lessens my potential, then I will stray from it. Not all who wander are lost.
I am not lost.
I am finding myself.
There may not be enough of me for you.
But let us struggle together towards a common goal; it is our goal.
Though our paths are different, they run parallel to each other.
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3 comments:
your poetry speaks to me.
My Katelyn baby,
I miss you more than I should,
then I thought I could.
Life would be better if we were around each other, about 1 million times better... no?
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