why do i want the one thing i can't have,
why do i pin my hopes on the impossible,
and cry oceans when i fail to grasp it.
why does everyone else achieve their dreams when i can hardly keep pace,
why do i let myself dwell on their successes,
and give up on mine.
why do i aim for the stars but can't even touch a cloud,
why do i reach for the core but hit rock,
and wonder why, for me, is it impossible?
why do i love what i lose,
why do i yearn to touch the untouchable,
and cling onto the tiniest fractions of hope.
why do i live for what i can't have,
why do i refuse to settle for what's easier,
and block out the pressure until it becomes too much.
A/N:
this is about trying to thrive in a sport/community where you can't have what you need to improve so instead sit and watch others from the sidelines.
in my case it's equestrianism, while i can ride, i cannot afford a horse and therefore struggle to go as far as i'd like.
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thirteen
Poetrythe realistic, unfiltered musings, poems and truth of the teenage years. All are written by me. Some are hypothetical situations, i'm in a good place, just very dramatic xoxo
