This poem is about life.
About curiosity when constellations cannot be fathomed.
About misunderstandings when different languages are spoken.
About trust when you believe you'd be caught when you fall.
It is about emotions we feel.
Sadness hits when your ice cream falls onto the ground.
Fear strikes when you hide from the monsters under the bed.
Anger stomps in when you don't get your way.
Happiness frolics when you receive presents for your birthday.
It is about the problems we face.
Betrayal, indignation, self-indulgence.
How we resolve the issue or face the music.
It is about experiences and living in the world we create.
You live in dreams and nightmares at times.
In which everyone had gone through a different process but same outcome.
All of which are indeed in a matter of time.
But ultimately it is you who determines whether to be in a living fantasy or the horrible reality.
YOU ARE READING
Proetry
PoetryA book of poems and proses A land of blossoms and roses Though left in the bottomless sea We were once meant to be Starting from the bottom Turn that frown into a smile
