Again in poetry 

Tiny droplets fall into this tranquil pool

I’m looking in, I’m looking out

I’m holding back so not to shout

It’s not a dream, I want to scream

I want to throw me down in pain

Again.. Again

I dip my toes into these pure still waters

My feet are wet, my heart dried cold

My youthful ways becoming old

It’s not the end, I can’t pretend

I want to run out in the rain

Again.. Again

Author: halfthegirlblog

Poet, storyteller, songwriter, photographer, artist, lonely dreamer, despairing believer in God. I am trying to rebuild my life after some bad times and mental health issues.

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