this poem was inspired by my life at the moment paired with my favorite oscar wilde quote; "we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
head in the clouds
life in the gutter
you reach for those stars,
hoping to one day climb onto them and never look back as you drift among the planets.
but that hand grabs your ankle and holds tight,
the hand that knows where you came from and won't let you leave, the hand that knows what you're trying to do but doesn't understand why.
yet some day you will break your ankle from its grasp and float onto the stars,
but you will look back.
you will look down over the edge of your new life within the clouds and wonder
what you would've been if you'd stayed in the gutter with the rest of them.
you will never know.
because unlike the rest of them, you drift among the planets.
YOU ARE READING
restless: a poetry collection
Poetrythe thing about waiting for the rain to stop is that you don't know that it will. you could wait and wait and it could just rain and rain. sometimes, if you wait long enough, the rain will stop and the sun will shine. but sometimes the drizzle turns...
