Everything seems to fall into place
When the world is falling apart.
Kinda like how the winter has to end
For the summer to start.
The moon has to set
Before the sun is allowed to rise.
So why do I feel
That I'm leaving something behind?
The storm will pass
The clouds will part
But I see no evidence
Of how my new life will start.
I'm afraid
But elated.
I'm sad
Yet happy.
I'm falling
But soon I will fly.
AGD
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Painting With Words
PoetryThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
