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A dark morning,
grey, almost black clouds infecting the sky,
heavy rain falls,
coating everything it touches.
I walk, umbrella in hand,
I walk alone, the umbrella and rain being my only company,
as I reflect, on myself, on my habits,
on the past, present and future.
Am I doing the right thing?
does fate have a different path for me,
am I swimming up the river instead of down it,
but this is what I want to do...
Right?
Working towards a goal,
for years and years,
yet, as I get closer and closer,
I feel as though this is wrong,
not fully, but partly.
Why do I feel this way?
I have had this dream,
this dream I've been chasing,
for years and years,
what has changed?
I wish for a sign,
even a small one,
a sign to show me what to do,
what I should be doing,
whether it be what I am doing now,
or something different,
I do not mind.
A sign to show me whether I should start anew,
or continue down this path I am on,
whether I should choose different dreams,
make different companions,
whether I should change my focus,
focus on something else, something different,
for at the moment, I am lost,
walking down this path,
feeling as though I should walk down another,
however, I am unsure,
not wanting to make mistakes,
for I do not have the time to do so,
I simply wish for a sign,
a sign that would put these raging thoughts to rest.
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Like Petals Under a Tree
Poetry"My thoughts fall and gather on a page, like that of petals under a tree." A collection of poems, of varying lengths and genres. Each poem has it's own theme, and the words string together to convey that theme and the meaning blooms. Cover designed...
