Mist
Like an exhaled breath against a cold slab of glass,
the future lies inside a misty clearing.
It remains a foggy looking glass,
until you are actually nearing.
Like the flap of a butterfly's wing,
one action changes everything.
Every step, a drop of water in a pond,
rippling from end to end.
Like a domino,
beat down to steps we never meant.
Though uncertain,
be not afraid.
For every wrong step,
a right one can be made.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoesíaThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.
