Perched on a rooftop,
gazing up at the sky.
Thinking about the
course of my life.
The comings and
goings, the laughs
and the tears.
Adventures awaiting,
and those unfulfilled.A breath of fresh
air makes way for
a lightness in my chest.
Each day that passes
another opportunity -
a gift in and of itself.
If only one dares to
grasp after the things
that seem too far out
of reach, that with some
persistence and hard
work, will be yours
to keep.This is the beauty
of life, and I'll be
holding onto it tightly.
Our time here is limited,
and I do not take that
lightly.And so I make this
promise, which I intend
to keep, to tirelessly move
forward, even when tasting
defeat.- E.A

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PoetryJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going|